I had spoken

22^nd March 2013

#8 I had spoken

Recurring thoughts and
pebbles,
lying here and often there,
cross my stars and
fail
to recognize,
ships of my past
almost perfect,
I had spoken.
When?
We really don’t
remember but
how does it change
the colour of my apple?
Another bite,
my face now turns towards me,
I crawl back to my
corner,
waiting for my mouth
to swallow the entire darkness.