Running

Running along a road
Made of jelly
Fruity it seems
Fruitless at core.

Running along a road
Melting of desire
Cheesy and grilled
Collapsing.

Running …
Stop …
Breathe in
Memory.

July 8, 2017

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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