I don’t feel close to a soul, any soul
time continues its treachery and another day meets its expiration
it become so easy to fall prey to time traps of my own making.
With the added years of experience (dare I say wisdom) it often seems
I end the day trying to convince myself that the previous 24 hours has seen me create something positive.
The days I recall being:
wonderful, beautiful, endless,
satisfying, sensual, passionate, delightful, fantastic.
what are worth more (and as truly empty) as words?
– For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years