nearing
. the end .
and time is flying
I'm trailing behind
drowning in my tears
as it drags me along by the wrist
wait, I need a minute
to catch my breath
restive, tense, I'm ready
sprinting ahead without regard
choking on screams
evading the confines of its grasp
is it time yet?
back at
. the beginning .
4 comments:
very flattering. with that back you could not keep clothes on my body!!!! (no homo. lol. cracks me up when guys say that. also "pause" I DIE!!) lmao! the bf would not be happy (since we don't see ea. other very often). did you write that poem or is it a song? why are we so depressed?!?!?! i mean really! and you're in france for goodness sake!
lol. you are too silly jameil.
so not much depressed. just in a period of transition and wanting to express the mutuality of beginnings and endings. when you are impatiently waiting for the start of what is next yet overwhelmed as the current situation is coming to an end too fast. it seems contradictory, but you need both to exist.
i wrote it.
yes. that is far more accurate for what it is than depressed.
Hey just stopping through, I know we check each other's blogs out but just wanted to say hey.
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