Falling through the days
Where has this summer gone?
Days bleed together with no real sense of purpose or direction. Just one task to be completed after another--the only driving force: to forget.
29 more days until school.
13 until my family reunion.
There are more days than I can count which lie ahead of me.
I'm a walking ghost. I could walk out of here at any minute and be forgotten in a second.
Would you notice?
Maybe the room would get brighter, slightly.
Maybe you'd feel lighter.
Maybe...
Days bleed together with no real sense of purpose or direction. Just one task to be completed after another--the only driving force: to forget.
29 more days until school.
13 until my family reunion.
There are more days than I can count which lie ahead of me.
I'm a walking ghost. I could walk out of here at any minute and be forgotten in a second.
Would you notice?
Maybe the room would get brighter, slightly.
Maybe you'd feel lighter.
Maybe...