My only question

Nothing last forever. Not the diamonds, not even stars. Could our feelings and memories last... even after life?

viernes, diciembre 21


I'm sick of losing
my patience
out of time
lacking rhythm
barely concious
over sensitive
feeling weaker
as I stumble around

Get out of my mind

In the morning
rests the paper
heavy snow fall
wakes the neighbors
the alarm calls
I clean out my eyes
feeling nauseous
as the world spins around

Get out of my mind

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