Burned into Sadness

Rookie (8-11-97 -undecided :) / L.A.)

Memory Of Happiness

So i was told to write a poem about my happiest memory and this is what a wrote:

Memory is a tenuous thing...

flickering glimpses, blue and white,
like ancient, decomposing 16mm film.
Happiness escapes
me there, where faces
are vague and yesterday

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