there isn't anywhere else I would want to be.
white noise enveloping me,
as the static fades.
my words exhausted from the same feeling,
the same story in my head.
I haven't the time to wait expectantly for experiences to hit me just right
My mind,
spinning faster than I can catch up to,
I let it run.
Farther and farther away
I slip from my control
that I had so viciously fought for.
My hands were full
of what I thought I had wanted.
Eyes full of worry with every step I took,
but I sit here now
wondering where time had went
only left with a cloudy memory,
uneasy relief,
and empty hands
YOU ARE READING
the inevitable
Poetryunderestimate, unfold, understand. the third installment from words better left unspoken
