Photon travels in a speed of light. But, traumatic...
Don't know
How I got lost...
I want to alone,
It doesn't mean i want it,but yes presently don't...
It feels inevitable
The end...
Your hands were sails carved-
from the genesis that also...
Why are you doing this...
Why is this happening...
I am walking in the rain
these are all my tears...
You huddle in grief from the pain
and I wish that I could say all of it was due...
Nothing I do right now means anything to me
Or to anyone else, for that matter...
It's always been a mistake, this grave....
this grave of mine...
I’ll hand you a scalpel.
Use it as you wish...
The days keep flying by,
And I have gotten absolutely nowhere...