The counter is ticking away The beloved twenties… are fading There are too many things too hold to seal, to freeze Spurting out of control Vaporizing. All you are left with, is a whiff Mixed odours, sweet, pungent, soothing, heavy You wish it were possible to trace them back into their whole’s You wish life didn’t change its meaning, not now, Not when it already feels like its falling apart Not when it feels like you are going down the coaster You are falling, You hold your breath to catch a glimpse And before you know, it has changed Its changing, you are falling. Falling forward. ~~found this stashed somewhere in the documents.
n life as i walk on em