such misery; such pain. the agony mocks me. taunting with images of what could be. the words i wrote, the illustration of my passions, now serves as only a memento from another time, another life.
memories are fading fast; the words become a dizzy slur. the racing world blurs past. i've lost my place in life.
the words seem hollow now. chosen with care, conflicted by emotion. i'm overwhelmed in confusion, too caught up in the past. i was stuck in an illusion that the moments could ever last.
lost in a mental cacophony of drowsy thoughts, my uncertainty increases. i cannot myself in the faceless crowd.
No comments:
Post a Comment