Sunday, September 13, 2009
things and
people.
running out of time.
they ran.
you can't stop.
you won't wish for it to stop.
not now.
the plant is dying
flowers dying
someone's crying
some mud
some clay
some husk
some soil
some nutrients
some water
some sunlight
some madness
some nonchalence
sometimes things will grow
before you expect them to
some tears
some bubbles
some raindrop
some hailstones
some storm
some lightning
and some thunder make things good.
some blood
some cuts
some fear
some shrieks
some people are unable to feel.
this is what i have
someday i will lose them all
this someday and this someday
your someday and my someday
reh ssim i
gnorts gnidneterp taht er'uoy ton
