Some things just disappear.
Right before your eyes.
In one second they are there
in the other they are not.
And sometimes you can grasp it.
Everything continues as it is supposed to,
You might not even notice the change;
But sometimes you cannot grasp it.
Sometimes that one little change leads to a chain reaction of bigger changes until it seems like your whole world changed or even crashed as if it was the end of the world because you cannot recognize it.
And all of that because of one moment,
One second, one igniting spark;
Then - like an explosion -
gone,
everything.
But how can you know that it was not the explosion of a big bang?
One that creates a new world?
•November 18th 2019•
YOU ARE READING
try to forget
Poetrywhat if i just run away? run away and never look back? would that be freedom? - collection of my english poetry in opposite order
