Hibernation.Temporary alleviation,
Amidst mistletoe and footprints in the snow.
Seeking solace in crumbling castle walls,
Restless slumber has a shape and form.
Usurping the familiar warmth of the hearth,
Nothing comes close
To the smell of freshly-pressed
Fabric.
Temporary closeness,
Beyond gold ribbons and fractal baubles.
Forcing freshness from a split-second moment,
Bedimmed delusions form a spectrum.
Opening the achromatic chasm,
Everything turns technicolour
At the sight of a blinding
Flash.
NB: PLEASE do not bother deciphering this.. only I know what it's really and truly about. It's honestly something very very personal.
Vanessa Lim 3:57 p. m.