I have been trying to right thoughts down.
Trying to rewrite old memories.
Trying to figure out what exactly have I done this couple of years.
But in between I realize a foreign concept of time.
Time went tremendously slow in my teens days to a broken point.
Time rush me from 17 to 22, whispering threats of oblivion. So I had to run, had to rush because if not I would disappear in the "what ifs, I should have, and I regret"
Now 26 time stop.
Doesn't click or clock
Doesn't speak or stare.
However, days turn into nights;
Tomorrows into yesterdays
And I am still sitting in chair,
Trying to write thoughts with a broken time,
that doesn't move,
doesn't change,
A clock that breaths in seconds and out minutes,
that stays still with a silence gaze,
lost somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow, while been stubbornly present.
YOU ARE READING
Give Light to Dark Thoughts
PoetryWhen the heart bleeds and nothing can heal it, the only thing left to do is write. Thoughts are volatile, sometimes they are cruel and other times are kind, nevertheless both are needed. If the pain didn't exist no one would know what happiness feel...
