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There is a certain taint in the colors of the world
That which once had been white is never as white...
And the crystal blue skies have become sickly grey
The green fields have withered brown
Everything in the world, a hue of septia.
And my heart,
Once steady in beating
Now finds itself faintly moving at all.
The world seems a much sadder place
The nights seems colder
The days seem much longer, or shorter - I don't know anymore
All that's left is the constant struggle to survive each day
without breaking down
without falling apart
without wanting to disappear..
a losing struggle to hold on to the shattered pieces of myself.
September 3, 2006
That which once had been white is never as white...
And the crystal blue skies have become sickly grey
The green fields have withered brown
Everything in the world, a hue of septia.
And my heart,
Once steady in beating
Now finds itself faintly moving at all.
The world seems a much sadder place
The nights seems colder
The days seem much longer, or shorter - I don't know anymore
All that's left is the constant struggle to survive each day
without breaking down
without falling apart
without wanting to disappear..
a losing struggle to hold on to the shattered pieces of myself.
September 3, 2006