Time is warping, its so overwhelmlingly fast yet seems to slowly and painfully last. Clocks are melting, time is flying in flashy speed - i get ready at 8 but at 11:50 pm i sleep. Depression is sucking up each second as sit there in silence, forgetting who i was as my thoughts are pilling... What has live gotten to..? What have i become? Thats great question! I dont even know- I wake up at 6 and arrive at 8:05- Late there, late here- no matter how i try.
Ths cans of caffeine cluttering each corner of my existence, and my dreams feeling more and more distant... i just want to feel wamth and comfort once more, but instead i only feel cold and sore.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts of moonlight
PoetryAll the feelings of the night, flowing from word to word like a sad song. And i dance to that song on the edge of living, wondering which move will push me over and free me of my pain.
