Thought district

Found an old clip from when your words still made sense to meSurreal, as if that part of you never existedThe smile that lit up your eyesWe could be twins, they’d say,But my eyes don’t smile the way yours did. Does it feel like that life was ever yours?Without the repetition,The angst and the criesTime has been standing still like a photograph,As I wait to choose between dream and reality. Why is the past bittersweet?Fluttering […]