A Picturesque Framed Love

I wake up this morning to a cloud of smoke lingering from the nightly bush fires of the mind; I have been reminiscing but perfect answers to soothe my soul, I could not find I feel this sharp prick in my heart, something on which I shouldn’t feed Otherwise those cold thorns of void will make this heart bleed. I drag myself to my work desk, trying to embrace some productivity But my eyes grace pixels, several years old yet quite young in my memory. I dare to pick the frame up; beautiful indeed! I visualize flashes of the road taken; and I smell that familiar fragrance of love’s seed.