when you are younger, everything seems quite different.
every new book feels like the most interesting one in the world.
every new lover is like a promise to the eternal and great love..)
but then you age, you graduate, you pass on to something new.
new books, new lovers, new things. and that is not a bad thing.

i can express myself as someone, who usually shelve.
putting everything in order as in a bookstore inside myself.
i probably remember every book that i have read and every
affection (volitional or not) that i used to somehow attach.

sometimes when it rains,
i like to take my coffee with cinnamon and reflect.
some memories are the nicest ones and some old
books are so tremendously touching to return to.

never go back to your old lovers, when it is done.
but you can always go and breathe the book all over again.

people say, i tend to forget. i never forget.
that is why when everything is done and pages are turned over,
it keeps on going somewhere on the sidelines. continuing..

people say, i am not from the good ones. and maybe i am not.
but i keep my memories with me, i shelve them on the order,
i keep them dearly.

and tomorrow there is going to be a new day, again.