Nights is White Satin

Failure, jaded, suffocating reminiscence…
The pain of time that has been,
and remains a still life memory…
Time past will always feel like failing in something.
A captured moment of utopia..
Whisked away with the currents of time,
the ebbs and flows,
the millions of miles of space in an endless sea of existence


julika

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life, death, song, feeling, passing time