I’m frozen in time and I can't keep going until I’ve created something of my own, to have and to hold and to destroy, all and begin again. This seems like never ending; my mind clicks a thousand times again. Slip away to nothing, all you get is nothing. Fuck this.
This is for the incomplete days and the sleepless nights. Here's to aging with the pain of leaving the rest behind. Realising your face will fade and be forgotten I can't close my eyes and hold my breath as I feel this slip away.
As the sun falls out of the sky and the long daylight fades. I feel the cold encroaching and the thought of old age. Not knowing what I’m doing or where I’m meant to go; a knot curled in my throat unwinding too slow.
Fatigue has robbed my body of all my thoughts. I feel the ever dread in my bones. My eyes are aching and my mind is thinking in-concise. My breathe is failing and I feel the cease of life.