In passing time we wait, marvel at things we know nothing of. In strange misery, loathing, despair, we paint feelings and stories and memories with our words and our movements. With our vibrations that bounce and quiver. That shiver and shake with furious delusions. A frenzy of momentous occasions dwindled down to mere fragments of seconds that passed so quickly we hardly had time to blink away tears. Or wipe away blood. Cherish everything, stare in wonder at things you know nothing of and above all else live in passing time, with fleeting joys and monumental moments.
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Hysterical letters to my sanity
Poetrya collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
