Time is strange
made by humans
for humans
It never stops
but it was never real
I guess humans just couldn't be without
I always heard
"time's arrow, always marching forwards"
So do we just sit on an arrow running faster and faster every moment
or is it standing still
the world moving
The arrow still
I have come to see it does not matter
At least not to me
as long as i have
you
YOU ARE READING
I'm Aggressive, Gay, and Hungry. (Hangay?)
PoetryLovely, sometimes sad, and other times bittersweet poems written by a depressed, gender fluid, bisexual 15 year old.