Stich

I remember some walks have no route Some monsoons no rains Some hearts had no longing N some brains no logic I remember some eyes have thirst N some cheeks weren't moist Some letters we're unsentimental N some nibs drew a line betn this n that I remember those books piled up n up N written words weren't meant to be read aloud Some souls were mortal inhuman But those bodies buried still felt immortal I remember retelling stories dat I loved N some stories I tell scatter ur worries Over the grave of ur stories