China Tea'S Pot

There's only one gift in all the world that can be given by me alone.
That is the gift of my memories, of what I have lived, what I have experienced
what I have loved and learned... - Emilie Barnes

I remember friends, from oh, so many times and places. Their faces, a little blurred from the years of neglect and disconnect. When the present is not so bright, I tend to peer into their darken silhouettes, and try, difficult it maybe, to inject some flesh into those dear faces and make them stand out from the mix of intersecting images.

I am sad tonight, not so much that I failed to bring those faces up from the sea of abandoned memories and failed connections but I did not even try.