Grasp it
Watch it slip
Right through your fingertips
The past can't be changed by my thoughts
Yet, they try to play God
Telling me things I dont want to believe
Things I didnt say,
And the things I should have
The things I did say,
And the things I shouldn't have
Maybe the daybreak and gentle December rain can soothe my brain
Atleast what's left of it from all the times I've tried to destroy it
I try and I try to shoot
But I'm not a good aim
I keep missing
Missing out on experiences
Missing the memories I've created
Ones I'll never re-live
《I》《Wish》《I》《Could》
YOU ARE READING
•existence
Spiritualité//a series of life writings// some based on one person, some based on another, some on non existant people
