See, Hear and Say all Evil. Got no memories no fantasies to make. Skillet on the radio, nostalgia attack,. Can feel a thought or two coming back. Pixies on my walls,. Waiting for a nightmare, or at least. Anything but a sun beam. Horror movies in my head,. But no monsters under my bed.

Wings of Imagination, Wind of Thought, Flight of Life. Her reflection stood amidst the crowd of rainbows passing by,. Stuck on the opaque glass; was a mirage hopeful and shy. Persistent with every crack and shimmer over the years,. Was the echoes of pain and giggles that left a smear. She followed the smear from her broken pieces left as crumbs,. Only to get stung with cold that made her feet numb.

A meadow of frozen flowers. A leaflet out of my Journal. Protected woods of Delhi North.