As I am falling backwards,
time and energy escape
my ever so desperate grasp
Yet I am made of matter,
it does not occur that I do
to anyone in the surrounding rooms
and I feel alone
The existence I am in space
only feels like another waste
of this mortal potentiality
and I am sorry
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
As I am falling backwards,
time and energy escape
my ever so desperate grasp
Yet I am made of matter,
it does not occur that I do
to anyone in the surrounding rooms
and I feel alone
The existence I am in space
only feels like another waste
of this mortal potentiality
and I am sorry
