How do you feel when you don't know how to feel.
The memories flood like the breath you try to steal.
Backlash from the past wasn't irrelevant after all.
Apparently the landing hurts worse than the fall.
Everythings fine of course no need to worry.
Its just that once again the extra time was gone in a hurry.
The final act of the childish feelings.
No more time for these empty dealings.
Im not sad and you can't call me blue.
Its just more empty without the space that was you.
How do you feel when you don't know how to feel?
I just add the memory of the breath you no longer can steal.
