A Walk Amongst Puzzled Memories

I must have done something good.
Can't everything be awful, be grim, bitter.
There's love on the grayness, tenderness, a surrender of the soul, my soul.
A searching for the finest part, a grip to hold, to sustain, within more and more of myself.
A possibility... I should have hope, like then, like before...
There were those kind of moments, where everything could be... even for me.
And I'll  keep looking for. Until the last scrap come back and stays.
Perhaps many years after; the most precious and needy part will glide and collide within me.

'Cause big parties are the most intimate ones.
Lula Chevalier
"Souvenir" Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark