Folder: Dark stuff

broken fragments float in a mind long devoid of understanding

exponential potential in any of the answers

suspended in a ether of nothingness in something

time shifts the perspective the angles always change

like the answers they only fit for the moment

and swiftly move out of focus when youre not looking

like treading popping bubbles

its impossible to go anywhere but down

and up is a whole lot of work there isnt time for

life is marked by soon forgotten glimmers of realisation

hung on a hook leaving the logic and going by feel

groaping the dark for fragments

waiting in the midst of it.