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[..:: zoooommmmed ::..]
i sat unaccompanied in my room
dimly lit by the casted sky outside
reading a book by frank abagnale
listening to my favourite radio station
the sudden nostalgic urge stuck again
as familiar songs graced the silence
my mind craved badly for memories of the past
the desire so strong i was helpless
i saw a history of my own images
visually blurred but clear in sequence
some moments that set my mind in utter peace
and others that sent my heart racing
my simple and quiet room
became a theatre showing a movie of my own
as i sat and stared blankly at the white wall
savouring this magical journey down memory lane
posted by C.L @
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