Poet's first entry- Memories

In a picture locked inside a secret black box covered with yellow circles, orange triangles and blue squares.

In a friendly face with eyes that take you back ten years to a more innocent time when life would always head in the right direction.

Maybe even under a bed, over a cupboard, in an old letter, or even carried by the air, that smell.. i know that smell..

..MEMORIES..

My name is poet, and this is Cook's and my blog.. i hope u will enjoy the memories that we will share with u in this space. this will be our window into the past and here we will write our expectations for the future. please join in with any comments, ideas or memories that u have to share. welcome to a new age public diary.

Yours, Poet.