to touch the Moon | Art by Eddy Stevens

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s the point of winning if you always mourn the memories that pass.

The sweetest memories…disappearing

reappearing as deformed, twisted freaks,

Conceived by beauty and elephants. Raping Elephants.

Gorgeous memories…

Not forgotten,

but stained deep

in your sanity for never ending tomorrows

and sandless tonights.