I relived Paris;
mildew, four walls
and a bed too small
to fit two bodies
still, I could picture you
(out of there)
and fell in love
with day three, fragment seven:
les fleurs fabuleux
you failed to see the glory
of rotten flowers
so I realized,
I had written the winter away,
while you,
you indulged astigmia
(again)
Weird how that song could inspire this... but then again, I've a rather weird personality they say...
and yes, I live life in metaphors.
For the lazy ones:
astigmia:
*noun: (optics) defect in an optical system in which light rays from a single point fail to converge in a single focal point
*noun: (ophthalmology) impaired eyesight resulting usually from irregular conformation of the cornea
For the none-comprehensive ones:
It's about a dream I had, an ex (who claimed to have astigmia), Paris, memories, pictures and getting over it.
Leander