Memories blanket

The soft embrace of your childhood memories, still can take you there. It’s a smell, a voice, your carefree gaze. I lost the dreams, the nightmares as well. It’s a sleepless night sometimes. Day by day. Between a laugh and a cry. I cover in those memories from time to time, the warm blanket for a loving goodnight.

The core is safe

painting by T. C. Chiu

Memories are in the box,
thrown in the shadows.
I don’t want them,
I don’t need them.

I’m looking forward
to find me again.
I just need the bridge
a wooden one.

This island of myself
nobody knows.
It’s hard to play cheerful
as I am, but not really.

I love emotions,
fire and wind,
the boredom is a fog
covering my leaves.

I try to protect
what I keep inside,
not letting my life
to drawn my feelings.

So, I keep on going,
day by day,
smiling and mumbling
never the core to be shown.