Some hang onto yesterday,
yet I hang onto my ecstasy...
I lay at night wanting to ask Time:
"Do you actually heal all wounds...
The stars blink sadly
And I blink back...
Existing at all is an epiphany wall
Good luck trying to solve it all...
I hear voices calling,
come into the darkness...
They say we all dance with demons when night
falls and the lines between our worlds thin...
I
am lost...
my lungs have grown poisonous since
the night you left and they ask me about you...
is like a small fish
keen to changes...
It seems
you still creep in...
I feel like i’m a storm
stuck in a tea cup...
While it fully bloomed
It was but a momentary bliss...