sometimes,

i get mad.
i become upset.
i need to cry
&
i just need to let it all out.

with

all the things
which keeps going,

        a

          r             ~          d

               o                        n   

          u


      me.

Her face touches,
the cold glass
window pane

she realizes it's too
late already

looking outside,

at the moving objects
slowly each lined one after
the other

trying to remember
each piece of herself.

She tries to blink,
her tears
away

f
   a
       l
          l
             i
               n
                    g

                          down helplessly,
            searching for  h e r s e l f

at the girl whom,
she sees

staring back.
-
Trying to touch
her,
slowly disappearing
with the moving
objects one
                 at
                 a
                 time

as they slowly
s-n-a-t-c-h,
everything which
she has
had.
-
Her head,
leaning against the
window

breathing softly
murmuring words
to herself

she know's its too
late already

yet,
looking outside
searching for
that girl,
who she herself was
once.
-

forever with
you
is always
going to be a
snatched dream.

it doesn't
always
have to be
that
your birthday
makes you
wiser.