Things can change in the matter of days, in the span of seconds.
Seizing the flow from our lungs, freezing us in position.
As time never stops,
We are unprepared hoping we have prepared, hoped we were prepared.
Tiny little notetakers.
Given no warning, they've written.
YOU ARE READING
The Sad, The Happy, The Mad; The Everything
PoetryCollection of words, writings, poems and random things. Blahblahblah ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 《》- Darker mood ◇ - Bittersweet/Mellow mood They are older than the ones without symbols.
