Burried deeply beneath
the layers upon layers of today
shaping every single day
into our own stories
our own lives.
Lost in the path
of the ultimate journey,
our ultimate plan,
stolen from the stars
sitting in the worlds unknown.
Captured moments from galaxies
of nothing.
Lost sprinkles of time
from memories forgotten
and pictures untold,
words unsolved
mysteries left dull.
Look back to the black
and beyond to the gold.
Happy travel of yesterdays'
meanlingless tales.
Tales of the future's
dull mysteries
and the present's
unrevealed strokes.
The masterpeice of a lifetime
shedding the sticky peeling layers of today
and coated in the thick undefined shape
of forever.
Instead of writing something new which i clearly cant do (see last post) i decided to work on my other stuff. its weak but it's getting there. im not too crazy about the ending...
2 comments:
so this is some of ur writing! very good! i wish i could write half as good as you!
i think its sounding good. ur getting the point across. it's a bit confusing, but idk if it's just me or not, but it makes sense like that
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