There is very little to say, such is the emptiness.
Not sadness, nor joy, just a void, and darkness.
From life, I take a break, for merely existing
Reality can happen, stepwise, shakily, certainly.
Tomorrow is beyond knowing, yesterday already over
And today, it's not even happening, not in the sun or in the rains
Today is just waiting, for one day it will be, maybe
But at this moment it crumbles, along with something in my veins
4 comments:
Life in transit is so different! The nostalgia of what was and the excitement of what is yet to come. I agree theres nothing at hand per se, but then thats too a feeling which comes only once in a while, now doesn't it? :-)
Amazing. Very rarely have I felt like this...when today seems so dry in comparison to yesterday's joy and tomorrow bright ray seems like light years away because of today's vacuum.
i agree...a slow life does that to u..but will pass...time always moves ahead..don u worry...
one of ur best writings...i must say...
*CLAPS*
gr8 blog..
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