The shadows on the half dark walls seem to want to tell me something... Is it panic?Get in before it's too late, start swimming before you're left alone on this island, change yourself before history repeats...
When the obvious starts murdering your hopes and life gets too real, the blood in your body, draining towards your feet doesn't seem like a symptom of a crush.
It is the unmistakable sign of despair, creeping in on a cool summer morning, the pain of sleepless nights, not in the throes of unrequited love but the sudden fear of being too late.
Or worse, not reaching there at all...
1 comment:
such a you are...means it is a such a
Post a Comment