Vividity…

VividityPerhaps I held those memories too loosely; tipping a stack of Septembers enough that the colours ran out of them;

all those over developed moments drawn out like film in a chemical bath:

stains pulled from the fabric of time…

Even so, those autumn leaves tell stories… while tonight, my fingers smell like 90s pussy.

Jon Mychal / Toronto — Dec 17 2013

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