Jul 13, 2013 19:31
It's been 1567 minutes
I'll probably count them all,
and count them down until you are near.
And this time is now lost, gone, dead
we shall not get it back.
Tiny coffins close for each minute passed.
I'm lost in a surrealistic un-reality
where each second feels like years
and the hands of the clock drag on like dying roadkill.
They say time heals everything.
They lie.
spontaneous poetry