i sketch my dystopia...

It takes
One word…
One photograph…
One object…
One memory…
One person…
To push you back…
Into the blackness
Into a void
Into a whirlpool
Of jaded euphoria
Of a forgotten part…

A vision of the irretrievable
A yearning for the unrequited
A desire for the forbidden
A sullen regret for the wasted attempts…

Like a child
Colouring the space
Of my mind
With one’s own memories
Building a patchwork
Of stained experiences
And strokes of endless laughter
I sketch my utopia.

Feeding on my existence
The memories grow
Envelope my parameters
Redefining my space
Constantly…

An incessant evolution
No particular direction
A wayward past
A meandering road ahead
The crossroads
Stop and stare at me at every turn…

It’s a shame
You haven’t had a chance
To know me better…
In your stagnant pool…
You stay confined…

While I continue to
Illustrate my utopia
And paint it with
Hues of my myriad wax visions…

It’s not me..
You…
made a fool of yourself…