Broken Shards

day 02 | tranquil

they say, that with each passing moment we enrich ourselves with a new sensations

they say, that we learn from our mistakes, the second time doing it better

they feed us lies, telling, that we can always start a new chapter, on a clean slate

even though the page, on which we begin, is always the same

old, crumpled, and almost destroyed from pencil marks erase

every next try begins in the cemetery of our little failures

and the sum of our days is only an unceasing scream for help

in the midst of which I quietly beg, that my dream, even just once, would be tranquil