ROOMS

There's history
In the rooms
In scattered cutlery

A memory's projection
With every stain
With every imperfection

We're tiny dots
On an endless time-line
On endless thoughts 

Just like the ruins
We're frail
We're frail 

We will surrender
To our skeletons
To everything we remember

The walls didn't discriminate
Who was there or
Who felt hate

Relationships revocable
Is our past valid?
Is our past disposable? 

We lay sleeping
Under lost promises
Under the crumbling ceiling

My dear
We shall depart
We shall disappear

For dwelling on the past
Is for fools and
Is for poets who never last

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TEXT & PHOTOGRAPH:
MOHAMMED J. BELHOUL
INSPIRED BY:
LA DISPUTE'S ALBUM
ROOMS OF THE HOUSE