As I look around I can clearly see the once ease and hustle of life
Now all that remains is a void
Even the wind which gave the illusion of life to everything it touched has gone nothing much
And so the stillness taints everything I see
Now even the quiet is chaotic, nothing left to breath the air
To move the trees
Alone and dying
I sit crying
Left to my bittersweet memories of life.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
As I look around I can clearly see the once ease and hustle of life
Now all that remains is a void
Even the wind which gave the illusion of life to everything it touched has gone nothing much
And so the stillness taints everything I see
Now even the quiet is chaotic, nothing left to breath the air
To move the trees
Alone and dying
I sit crying
Left to my bittersweet memories of life.
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