Mar 2013
I’ve worn escape in my eyes
From time to time
Disguised as lost sleep
I abuse
Watched foundations lapse
Into sand
Framing old dreams
In towers crumbling beneath
Spoke to sensory ghosts
Lacking heads
In silence they remind me
All passed is dead
From time to time
Disguised as lost sleep
I abuse
Watched foundations lapse
Into sand
Framing old dreams
In towers crumbling beneath
Spoke to sensory ghosts
Lacking heads
In silence they remind me
All passed is dead
11:38pm, January 15th 2013
Sometimes, I seek out reasons to stay awake so I have the excuse of being tired when I'm unresponsive the next day. I've realised many of my relationships decay over time. It seems hopeless to try.
The past holds only events and feelings--maybe selective ones. Maybe I've erased some, or replaced others . . . interpretations change with time. Memories are so liquid.
One thing I can tell you for sure is that everything that has ever been, is no longer anymore.
Sometimes, I seek out reasons to stay awake so I have the excuse of being tired when I'm unresponsive the next day. I've realised many of my relationships decay over time. It seems hopeless to try.
The past holds only events and feelings--maybe selective ones. Maybe I've erased some, or replaced others . . . interpretations change with time. Memories are so liquid.
One thing I can tell you for sure is that everything that has ever been, is no longer anymore.
