I had feelings that ruptured
Burst
Strangling and expiring
Vaulting our secret existence
Hard wild abandon
Into tomorrow
Tag: strangling
Footsteps (day 478)
There is no me
There is no personality
There is only little wisps of light smoke
That wander through my bones
There is no answer
There is no right
There is only footsteps pounding along ahead
That drive the future into present
There is no one
There is no indication
There is only strangling thoughts
That push away forever today