(no subject)

[storytellinf3wl]

Eyes glazed over, staring
straight beyond life
that's slowly draining away,
like hands
running through molasses.
It just seems that way
since we're so entangled
in our own desperation,
our desire to be free.
Anticipation blinded us.
We never noticed how
we started standing still.
Pretty statues made to worship
past mistakes,
apologies caught in the throat,
accusations pushed forward.
So sorry.
Really, truly, deeply.
We've stoped midleap
and the clock ticks on.

Ashley