now confess to me
the longing you think you hide
your darkest secrets
Sometimes it feels like time is just at a standstill and other times it just feels as if it’s zipping by in near incoherence. You think you’re anchored to something. Maybe it’s a feeling. Maybe it’s the certainty of tomorrow. Then the world sends you off an edge you didn’t know existed and you’re not sure if you feel alive or if you feel the inevitability of the end. It seems so far away but it’s closer than you think.
And sometimes you just spew out words that make no sense at the moment because it’s all just feelings and musings and nothing tangible. But one day perhaps, the words will mean something to you or to someone else and then you’ll be glad to have said them.