Afternoon
Why don't I go there? Yes, nobody stays there long enough, as if she cared, maybe she sill thinks about the things I said, the words she said to me were so banal and yet in my memory they glow bright like embers in the darkness of a cave, my mind is a bit like a cave, and I really don't mind the fact that really nobody cares about the afternoons because the mornings and the sunsets are so beautiful but I feel like an afternoon always, always between moments of great beaty and importance, what if the afternoon itself was the most beautiful flower in the garden of time, so much work gets done in the afternoon what if all the people thought afternoons were beautiful what then, what do I do when I can no longer be the only one who loves the afternoon.