the world is spinning faster
and no one seems to take the time
to slow down the dizzying light show,
to enjoy the echoing flashes
we rush
and sprint through endless orchards
without tasting its fruits
and over time
they wither away
those chances rotten
we clutch what we can to us
to keep the nostalgia alive
but while peeking at the past
the present disintegrates
and all that's left
are the fading memories
filled with meaning
but melancholy all the same
all I ask
is to let the present
have feeling again
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Anxious
PoetryMy voice is broken from my internal screams clogging up my throat [poetry]
