Distant birthday songs blasted through the speakers as I trudged along to work, and I remember... It'll be three weeks to go before I turn a year older.
until the next winter comes
a lone note lie on a table
Where were you when I needed you the most?
They told me that I could be a lily; Floating in the pond with the likes of others but then the winds had told a different story That shifted me out of focus and drowned into the waters of absurdities — sinking, I slapped myself awake 'This is not the time', my spirit says willing [...]
it started with a pinprick but then it grew into something I didn't expect to — it grew eventually, leaving specks of my previous self floating like ashes, forming a hole that I cannot grasp. This once tiny hole evolved into something that I didn't foresee engulfed me in its blazing fire that threatened to [...]
I'm slowly letting things unravel, rather than chasing after it.