The second hand of the clock
starts moving
anti clockwise.
The tears on my face
seep back
into my eyes.
I fly and spiral
down
a black hole.
The time
spins and warps
out of control.
I zoom by
all the places
that we’ve been to.
Right to the very
first moment
that I’ve met you.
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And it all begins again.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
It’s the assurance of petrichor after rain
that makes me believe in rainbow after pain.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
If I were a song, you had left at the stanza
Notes hung in the air like wingless butterflies
I wished for a caesura but the song came to an end
And all that was left is a
s i l e n t
r e v e r b e r a t i o n
o f
w h i t e n o i s e
The curtains were drawn
But I still heard the flapping of wings
A strong and steady staccato
That perhaps existed only in my head
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
I submerge myself
in the seawater
The water
envelopes me
and
drowns out
the noise of this world
There’s an inexplicable
peace
down here
To know that
everything
still goes on
while
I’m under refuge
Yes,
the water may sting my eyes
my lungs may ache for oxygen
But to be
d e t a c h e d
from this world
Even for just
t h i r t y s e c o n d s
It’s all worthwhile
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 1:06 AM UTC
I want to lose my way in a foreign land
Carrying a backpack with a map on my hand
Wander aimlessly into a random inn
Hear stories from villagers about the local scene
Beer, wine, cider or cinnamon mead
Pain, past and pressure suddenly freed
I want to look at the same sun rising
But with a brand new perspective of life worth living
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 7:19 PM UTC