It's fleeting
A brief flash then it's gone
A memory always just a bit out of reach
A melody of a nameless song
The more you search the further it gets
Scrambling you try to cling to what little is left.
Holding on to the remains of some old forgotten thought.
The wisps of a dream, fading quickly.
Struggling to try and reclaim what you have lost, what will always be just out of your reach.
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I have had a two second fragment of a song from a animated movie stuck in my head for hours now, I still don't know what it's from. Da da da da dadum....LITTLE TOM THUMB!! That's what it's from, finally I can sleep.
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The Quasi-Coherent Ramblings of a Self Proclaimed Hermitess
RandomIf the title didn't say it all read on. A collection of poems, other short works and random ideas with varying themes. Reader input is encouraged, oh and a "Hermitess" is a female hermit. Most entries have a base in my real life, but then again mos...
