Under those dust, those lizard droppings, those lines..
Inside the square, the cube, the cover..
There it lies..
The plastic, the glass, the ceramic..
The metal, the cotton, the rubber..
The paper..
The unfolding process, the folding process, the reading process..
The smile, the frown, the tears..
The angry face, the happy face, the disappointed face..
The quarrels, the vulgarities, the frustration..
The misunderstanding, the communication breakdown, the worst situations
The texts, the messages, the talkings..
The happy times..
The sad times..
The together times..
deep inside those lies my heart..
self destructed but functioning as normal as any..
deep inside it... ...
I remembered..
