You don’t have to worry
when you step in and out of my life just like that.
By the time I see the cherry blossoms next year
you will have disappeared from my memories
like last year’s snow.
Like crystal my tears are frozen.
Whence we next walk past each other
Will we pass on the crosswalk
Under the cold winter’s snow.
Each lost in our own cold thoughts.
Memories that escape us.
Frozen in time,
The loneliness
That greets me
The barren echoes
On the bare walls,
The home that we once
Called ours.
Shadows on the wall
Once in my delirium,
I dreamt they belonged to you.
When you step in and out of my life.
Just like that.
Just like the innocence
Of the soft snow
Fleeting
And I wish -
I could forget you.
Premedical student on a journey to find the extraordinary in the ordinary. In and between, I like to ponder the meaning of life. So this is a start-up experimental documentation of that journey. And on the side what I love in life: good food, photography, and music. 
