feeling stuck
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The sky lends it's blue to your eyes
Til twilight swallows the sinking sun
And your hope sinks with it
As reality hits like a smoking gun
You glance at your empty hands
The things you held so tight, to dust
I tried for her.
I tried to make life nice.
I gave her honey
And she spits out venom.
My flesh burns,
You promised this would last when we get olderNow I'm left wondering what i did to youI know life moves slowly onAnd I have not say in what you doI can't hold you back from your own plans
Dear Mind,
Look at you a cacophony of noise. Constant yet... forever changing.
A squall of color that finds solace in the lack of it,
Time is the wind in this storm
A storm for both my body and mind
My life is frozen, but time still runs
Unliving, but faithful
Unconscious, but consistent
