365 Days (Of Nonsense)
It's almost been a year.
Controlled yet unconstrained by the presence of time, the idea of love - being ever so sly - slipped into the void, now returning to haunt the mind as the day dies. It stings in my core. Remembering how dreams shattered overnight, still lost in the midst of all the dust. Broken pieces rattle within as I walked on, not swift or vast enough to escape the past; unable to recompose.
And so I kept walking. Until the noises of the day drown out my sorrow.
Controlled yet unconstrained by the presence of time, the idea of love - being ever so sly - slipped into the void, now returning to haunt the mind as the day dies. It stings in my core. Remembering how dreams shattered overnight, still lost in the midst of all the dust. Broken pieces rattle within as I walked on, not swift or vast enough to escape the past; unable to recompose.
And so I kept walking. Until the noises of the day drown out my sorrow.
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