Solace Vancouver

Tiny drops of crystal tapping on the full length window of downtown Vancouver hotel, as the cold seeps in between the toes. Warm orange lights flow in the room I sit in solitary.

The soft music singing of time lost draws the mind back to memories sorted in neat dusty boxes. Spilling into the emptiness of solace, tumbling out bouncing balls, shiny marbles and stretches of breath I saved, and forgot.

I sit silently back, watching the juxtaposition of items unrelated by time, but pulls equally at my heartstrings.

I have forgotten me.

And I have, lost me...