falling sky, slowly, piece by piece
I've forgotten how to move, to breathe
all the truth I've ever known begins to cease
as I watch my world fall apart
time is ticking, while holding still
crashing to the surface, I feel my heart in my head
and everything is silent until
I hear the sound of my own voice echo
there's a thrill in knowing its the end
Posted in response to the challenge Sky.
fitting in is rent, and it's due every day
paid in the basic clothes you wear
and in the people of which you smile and compliment
but more importantly in the people you don't
The dirty gravel path crunches under the tires of our Toyota. Dust rises around the car, blurring the tall vibrant trees hugging the road.
Shadows lengthening
Air sharpening to a crisp
Summer slipping day by day
Something new and familiar in its place.
Bags stuffed with papers
Early morning bus rides
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