Mar 2014
while time moves,
it doesn't move me.
countless
days
of time
have moved right past
me standing still.
fast.
fast.
too fast.
and everything I've missed,
I miss it so.
it doesn't move me.
countless
days
of time
have moved right past
me standing still.
fast.
fast.
too fast.
and everything I've missed,
I miss it so.
(San Antonio, Texas)
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