Everything is torn—
Ink from page,
memory from mind.
Fragmented, Stagnant.
Nothing changes;
Time stays the same
and I’m growing older.
Just not happier.
Gold to Grey,
Tan to Silver,
Ashes to Ashes,
Dust to Dust.
What are we anyway?
Why are we anyway?
Save me.
(Source: ilivetomake-youfree)
