I sift through the random rubble of reminisces, searching for lingering traces of life in the corpse of memory. The faint movement I detect turns out to be a false alarm, rigor mortis having already set in. Now I lie inhaling the uncomfortable vapours, of what could have, should have been, while gulping a large peg of the condensate of the past. It's a bitter sweet drink. #reminisces #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba
