It Feels Like
It feels like the winter that appeared without the grace of the fall, and stayed too long for the cold to be enjoyed. Like everything is falling, though the sound of shattering comes from a grip too tight. And fear mixes with hope, like blood slowly dripped into milk. And the inability to count the impossible to count stars is twitted from a mesmerizing reality to a haunting nightmare; a lyric to the ode of your worth.
Impermanence
A friendship that will fade
Love that will rust
Today that will turn into tomorrow
Until there is no morrow
