In the stillest moments,

film reels swirl around my head

A carousel of memories 

whirling round and round

out of control

I can’t keep up.

How long is this movie?

I whisper

no one answers

How could they,

when no one heard?

Pictures flashing, swirling 

fleeting moments, I can only glance; 

pieces of a puzzle, I will never see complete.

A silent film 

each frame flickers, fading out

like a memory held on for too long

It becomes harder to watch,

harder to see.

Grains of sand

slipping through my fingers,

hopelessly out of reach 

I’ve looked at these pictures so long

portraits they become

so muddled with memory 

the colors have run.

What to do, but to paint a pretty 

“picture this”, I say

this time loudly

for all to hear

I’ve fixed it

it’s better

It means nothing.

they didn’t know what it looked like before when it was bad, review

that’s what I gave it.

Everyone claps

but I know it hasn’t come far enough

I’ll let it burn out again,

until it’s something completely 

new, are you?

You haven’t seen this film before

What’s it about, you ask

I’m not sure

but I can tell you about the next one.