Jan. 12, 2026 7:07PM
I'm having a conversation with you,
That never happened.
And it's the most beautiful memory,
I will preserve.
Breezing through the chapters,
My imagination run wild.
Accelerating with every minute,
My heart thrums and thrums.
Keeping me caged in an illusion I created,
It's delicate and dangerous.
Pieces of me slowly disappear.
I'm tangled in what I've weaved,
The old is passing;
Getting lost to the unfamiliar,
I drown,
I soar,
Up and down I go,
I end up here.
...
Alone.
















