stains

it fades away
that inkling of a second
i was thinking of
what was it?
just now

i indulge myself into an involuntary phase
of which i digress
my unpleasant thoughts
for a blank plate of 

white

blank

page

of

n
o
t
h
i
n
g
.

i wouldn't try to remember
because i do
only a collage of a bad reverie
memory
and the pretty things go to waste
dancing and kisses
tainted with grey

like a television screen
a satellite dish can't save
like white noise 
we love from the radio

i seep into my mind once more to
enjoy the luxurious space within
and it begins
every inkling of a second
i was thinking of
returns
right
back
to
me

...oh, of course.