At the turn of the day, the clock plays its tricks again. Days pass like hours, and the nights keep getting colder. Stars fall, the sun sets, and the river of time flows without stopping.
People keep on wishing for just one more day in the moment, but sooner or later, the world will pass them by.
Living in a moment that’s passed is just a way of running.
And I just keep on running.
Life on repeat seems so much better than being alive to the present, and all the good times it will bring.
I’ve been blind for so long, but maybe the thing blinding me is what’s supposed to always be there.
Midnight. Lock your doors and hide away those lonely eyes.
Pray that the next time you say “I love you” isn’t to a silhouette.
Trails of street lights and streaks of white line your thoughts, while he haunts your mind, and casts a shadow on every step you take.
Open your eyes, because I’m standing right beside you. But I’m not sure for how much longer. I’ll stay as long as time allows.
Face down your tidal wave of fear, and my ocean of sorrow, and walk into the battle with a sword in hand and a fighting chance.
Created: Jul 31, 2010Document Media