28 November 2014
Is that how it feels like
Disappointment aching
A deep grasp of fingernails digging into the flesh of the heart
The shallow air forces through
As each ticking tune echoes
Daydreaming fades to a dramatic, thoughtful tragedy
The gush of warm water fell on my shoulders
Every day it is this mundane melody
People seek
People lost
Intertwine in an empty disconnection
Forgotten he said, she said
Persistence of vision triggers a sensory memory
Settling of a storm
Exhausted
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