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.
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