I still see things, smell things, hear things-
although they are not still
in immediate existence
There are pieces of time
swept in between the fabric
of space separating
knowing and forgetting
They exist in a place all their own
separate from reality
in implicit duality
clawing and scabbing me
But they have lost their naivety,
and have had their creativity
swapped with rationality
the colors that once blared vibrantly,
fade & drip into the obscurity
that has poisoned my mentality
but they are still very much there
hallowed and impaired,
yet so very much there
Fall has
indeed
befallen
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
I still see things, smell things, hear things-
although they are not still
in immediate existence
There are pieces of time
swept in between the fabric
of space separating
knowing and forgetting
They exist in a place all their own
separate from reality
in implicit duality
clawing and scabbing me
But they have lost their naivety,
and have had their creativity
swapped with rationality
the colors that once blared vibrantly,
fade & drip into the obscurity
that has poisoned my mentality
but they are still very much there
hallowed and impaired,
yet so very much there
Fall has
indeed
befallen
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