When time flies...
Speeding through darkness, breathless, at my own will
I once was
Almost forgotten, the sheer bliss (of flying)
My mind feels as if in three pieces at once
And it seems as if I were looking at the world from underwater
Time was divided
Pulling me in two directions
The clock hands smearing our weary faces
Held back by the glass pane
The days flicking by our faces
As slowly the broken pieces recollect
Time is restored
And I am speeding through darkness, breathless
Flying again
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100 Peices of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
