Fragment, Pt.4Posted: February 16, 2012
I have not the ability to utter a word.
Even if I shout, I fear it may go unheard.
Away in the wind.
“Silly little girl,
Get those thoughts out of your head”
As I continue on –
Not told in this confession.
My feet are stumbling
My cheeks are blushing
At the sight of my obsession.
I know not where it stems…
Not a what, how or when.
My curiosity lingers on…
Because I don’t know when
My infatuation will be crushed –
And these butterflies…
Fragment is a variety of photo and pocket journal musings.
The following were taken on a disposable camera.