Fitting today is the day. It hurt a bit to do so. But I had to. I wonder if things are still neutral. Or was it all just a passing thought?
Was it naive to think you were so close to me, that you were just in my backyard? That the world is so small that my reach hugs every corner?
I’m more than just a beautifully presented, set of words. Yet, if you still absorb my words, mystified and tantalized by them, then how can I not be happy with how things turned out?
My words are a direct reflection. Of who I am, what I stand for. It’s as natural and pure as a snowflake landing and melting in your hand.
And it ended as quickly as it melted. Did your eyes watched as it fell? Slowly. Coincidentally landing in your outreached palm.
If only the memories were as cold as the result, could that snowflake reside in your warmth a bit longer.
Flayed Syntax 