These days
Sleeping late, waking later. Living off the marrow of your bone, the ether of my soul. All the while, questions of "Can it last" or "Will it sustain" will not leave me to peace.
Today will pass; it is half gone. Tomorrow will come; it will pass the same. Before we know what has happened, time has elluded us and it is December already.
The months are cold and short and full of going forever into nothingness, accomplishing of emptiness, gaining only in speed toward an ever extending nowhere.
I think we need a new plan where we can live without this shortness of breath, this vapidness of time, this vaporness of days we live.
-Rk
Today will pass; it is half gone. Tomorrow will come; it will pass the same. Before we know what has happened, time has elluded us and it is December already.
The months are cold and short and full of going forever into nothingness, accomplishing of emptiness, gaining only in speed toward an ever extending nowhere.
I think we need a new plan where we can live without this shortness of breath, this vapidness of time, this vaporness of days we live.
-Rk
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