venerdì 12 dicembre 2014




There is a place in the back yard of my mind
where I keep all the retained words
and the questions I haven’t been able to put.

There is a line just in the middle of my hand
where I saw the struggling of my  heart challenging
 all the adverse conditions to get  you

There was  a time suspended in a non-time
where we used to meet part crazy and part unaware
about the pain we were going soon to inflict ourselves.

There is a room well hidden in my heart
where I built your home with foundations of trust
laid  there one by one with stubborn dedication

There was a place in the basement of your mind
where you had already decided since long ago
to plant the first seeds of the unavoidable end. 

Photography  and words Arialee Miles