quarta-feira, 6 de julho de 2011

HERE



aching breaking

crying sweating

screaming learning

sleeping waking

dreaming changing

drinking bickering

nagging going

coming seeing

acting feeling

lying dying

rhymes without reason

rain without season

drowning in thought

and feeling caught

in old loneliness

crumpled on my chest

time passing by

babies cry

people die

we all lie

they can't see

they're not me

I'm not living

nor grieving

I'm just...

...here.

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