A few thoughts I put into words that don’t really have any form.
Constant motion
We see their lights but death already touched their souls
Pressure builds
Muscles tight
We feel our life flowing to no end–everything ends.
Smarting moments
The tide ebbs and flows
We drift in time with nowhere to go, we’re lost. Please find me.
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