This world, so suddenly, seems to be swallowing all of these memories.
What used to be nothing but me and empty canvas a path to be
now presently a street paved and complete
Please don't perceive this as a figure of speech.
It's real to me, physically, life smothering the life from me.
It's hard to breathe.
Quite litterally I can see each of these seconds leave.
Time
Is just passing
Me by
YOU ARE READING
Oneself Intact
PoetryTruth and promise to myself and those I hold close. A look at where I come from and where I'm going.
