Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Turn em around

Sticks and stone did not break my bones, but a series of unfortunate events has broke my heart, my soul, me.

Round and round and around we go,
Not in circle, nor the end meets the start,
Round and round and around we go,
Not knowing what's coming, nor what to do with the past.

If its true that time and space is just humans creation,
Why are we sickly bothering the present with the past and future?

And why can't we find a way to turn em around?

Because if we did, the world would never be like what they are today, too many unrepairable mistakes. Too many damages.

If we did,

I would never be as broken.

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