I rummage through dead leaves,
looking for any excuse to evaporate, like an abrupt mist into nonexistence.
I can justify my actions with one blink of an eye.
Regret does not sit in this mind of mine.
Would ruining my happiness make me complete?
No, it would not.
Yet I still chase it, like a gust of wind.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
I rummage through dead leaves,
looking for any excuse to evaporate, like an abrupt mist into nonexistence.
I can justify my actions with one blink of an eye.
Regret does not sit in this mind of mine.
Would ruining my happiness make me complete?
No, it would not.
Yet I still chase it, like a gust of wind.