Oct 2018
Im losing track of time again.
Lost in words, lost in my own head.
Theres so much to see, so much to do.
So little time.
And it slips from my grasp like how sand slips through the fingers of a clenched fist.
Theres no fighting the flow.
So why try.
Lost in words, lost in my own head.
Theres so much to see, so much to do.
So little time.
And it slips from my grasp like how sand slips through the fingers of a clenched fist.
Theres no fighting the flow.
So why try.
Dont bother. Youre gunna end up getting swept away anyways. Deal.
"*******, its dark outside."
"*******, its dark outside."
