I remember you; do you remember me?
Leaves fall in a mournful, drifting poem of dull gold and faded russet memories. They gather in empty furrows like wistful thoughts of yesterday. Frail shadows have starker grown. Cracks in my memory’s walls allow the wind to tease me with stories of that time when we sat, cups of coffee cooling off between us. My eyes clouded with storms passing— cold November...
People will stare. Make it worth their while.– Harry Winston
30 Day Challenge Day 02- The meaning behind your Tumblr name Bittersweet Melody “Human beings, vegetables or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.” -Albert Einstein My life is just a blind dance to a bittersweet melody.