Fishing on the banks of Oblivion
I sat there with the lonely depth of oceans
and with the vastness of heavens
my mind sank itself to Oblivion.
I lay sat on the chair on my balcony
Everything's motionless, except those spurring insects flying around the hot incandescent lamp. Which is emitting a light,
With a tint that is surely fueling
Reflection of memories flashed before my mind, opening corridors with doors on both side. each opening to a time that I had in my life. I see faces, hear laughter, hear sounds of friends, of family and of strangers who I do not recall.
But they are still there, punched on to my mind, Without any context or reason, existing in such contrast and detail.
But then I ask to myself,
why can I not remember the details of those days, and of her face?
But left with are some blurry images of what I am trying to recall, along with some blurry feelings of what I had once felt.
Sitting there on a plastic chair on my balcony
Throwing hooks in to Oblivion, trying to fish for memories.