It has been a while
I haven’t used peppermint on my meal
It has also been a while
I didn’t hear your prayer
to protect me, to keep me healthy.
Weaving away any snare.
It has been a while,
I haven’t hold your hands,
while your lips move,
holding tight your rosary lands.
It has been a while,
I haven’t drink tea, bearing my fag,
while remembering the smell of your lap
It has been a while,
and won’t last ever again,
Since now the only day I count,
Is the memory of your grave filled
with peppermint, roses, and pray.
I’ll go on an adventure. Later, after a deep nap and a strong coffee, repeat. I will go on an adventure. Later.
All good stories always have a dragon. And for a childish reason, I like the mechanical beating of every word that goes out of tune in front of the pale screen that hides the present night a little inside my head.
My name is Lara, I was born in 1984, and I am writing about the world’s build-up in my head.