#Notebook #46

There are 3568 questions in my bald head…dancing in the chambers…competing to leave from my mouth..to be released from anywhere…in a form of whisper…scream…stare…glance..touch…a hand brushing your hair…a deep look in your eyes…that deep dark abyss that is filled with flying objects..memories..shreds…pieces…smells…visions…Can my fingers go deep and touch them…those memories…

Her eyes…is it the past…the present…or just a black or a brown coloring… what do I see in them … who knows?