Remnants of a cataclysm,
Drift over my feet.
I stand paralyzed,
Gazing upon the ruins.
Slow thoughts,
Followed by slow emotions,
Settle down.
I shift my position.
Helplessly breathing,
With nothing left to grasp.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:43 PM UTC
Remnants of a cataclysm,
Drift over my feet.
I stand paralyzed,
Gazing upon the ruins.
Slow thoughts,
Followed by slow emotions,
Settle down.
I shift my position.
Helplessly breathing,
With nothing left to grasp.
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