It's funny, isn't it?
How time passes
so slowly
yet the days fly by
so quickly?
YOU ARE READING
Little Black Notebook
PoetryDrowning in this incomprehensible, nonsensical darkness that tries to take over me, I release my filtered thoughts upon paper in an attempt to be set free.
Slow yet fast.
It's funny, isn't it?
How time passes
so slowly
yet the days fly by
so quickly?
