The Way of Thoughts

Theyc  a  s  c  a  d  ewithoutpermission,when you least expectT H E Mheadingto sentimentalPARKS,BEACHES,MOUNTAINS,PRIVATE ROOMS,of some time looooooooooooong                                             ago.So,I grab them, lassoing threads around thempulling tightlyto place them elsewherein a box with other belongingssaved throughout a lifetimewithout any kind of filing systemand closing the lock securely…I don’t want them anymore....They serve little truth in this new happy life….