Ceased making changes.
No longer impacting.
A fading presence.
Lost most of the goods once shined.
No longer recognise.
Who am i?
How was i?
What have i become?
Searching for the reset button.
Sunday, December 18
Thursday, December 15
Tuesday, December 13
Words
I am exhausted. With words.
To explain. To clarify. To justify.
Why can't i simply be.
Perhaps i am worth not trust.
Or do i even trust myself. I began to doubt.
In many ways. I am exhausted.
So please, if You may, fill my cup.
To explain. To clarify. To justify.
Why can't i simply be.
Perhaps i am worth not trust.
Or do i even trust myself. I began to doubt.
In many ways. I am exhausted.
So please, if You may, fill my cup.
Monday, December 12
Friday, December 9
Time
The very essence of which
Men attempts to steer
Over the ages, but to no avail.
Even the most beautiful thing
May pierce through your heart
Or holds you breathless
If it ever unfolds in the perfectly
Wrong timing.
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