Rambling

Thumb tacks.
Tooth picks.
Incense burning.
Pony tricks.
An ever-fallen tree
Mosquito bites
From the way things used to be.
One hand in,
While one hand’s out.
Your lip curls
Into a bitter pout.
Is this forever?
Or is it not?
An everending trail
Of all we have forgot.
Starry eyed.
One shed tear.
A broken memory
Of all that was clear.

Fallsberg

In order to orient myself in the summer season, I visited my favorite place in this world- Fallsberg Park. Nothing is better than overanalysing the little things in life and capturing them for others to overanalyze as well : )