1:53am
against the sky, black as pitch, floats a pink cluster of clouds. the sound drowned by the clearest thoughts in days.
what could be has not begun. what was was not meant to last. i catch myself. before falling becomes too hard. what time is it? liquid crystal display blinks it to me. i blink back for a moment before in sense sets. so unbearable that one could loose ones self. so predictable that you find yourself found. drinking back that sour taste of loss.
what could be has not begun. what was was not meant to last. i catch myself. before falling becomes too hard. what time is it? liquid crystal display blinks it to me. i blink back for a moment before in sense sets. so unbearable that one could loose ones self. so predictable that you find yourself found. drinking back that sour taste of loss.