Listlessness is contagious to only strangers that pass by without the willingness to touch.
When touched..the depravity infects and fades. But the sorrow of hopes released to reality of circumstances that no longer stings.... Is mature and unfamiliar.
It is.
It is and reality recognizes the difference between death and the road to it.
We all fade away.
We are that counter.
That place.
We are that small town.
It's not if...
It's when.
" lifetimes are catching up with me"
"Memories like fingerprints"
I just want to scream...my God it's been so long..."
Listlessness is contagious to only strangers that pass by without the willingness to touch.
When touched..the depravity infects and fades. But the sorrow of hopes released to reality of circumstances that no longer stings.... Is mature and unfamiliar.
It is.
It is and reality recognizes the difference between death and the road to it.
We all fade away.
We are that counter.
That place.
We are that small town.
It's not if...
It's when.
" lifetimes are catching up with me"
"Memories like fingerprints"
I just want to scream...my God it's been so long..."
Our place is no different.
We will either rejoice or regret.
Or a mix thereof.