February 02, 2014
first tear
February 02, 2014"In a box, wrapped with paper, brown. String caresses the grains of paper. Grandmother to child, a moment n...
"In a box, wrapped with paper, brown.
String caresses the grains of paper.
Grandmother to child, a moment not known.
A slit, ripped paper, fresh air from the opening.
Inside layers of cotton mixed with love lays a drop,
of fear and discontent,
a drop of the eye which sees regrets.
A memoir of the past, remembrance of old.
She tells the child to hold on to it
To perceive that no irregularity comes from the drop.
It's normal."
(first tear, written by me)
xox kels
