

How to explain days like theseHow do you explain days like these?How to explain days like these
By Holly
No end! No beginning! roaming in my memory.
A dream? The past was real.
A place to rest my head, waiting for the sudden comforts. Tired? Asleep at the wheel.
A lost song in my pocket, a cure for this itch.
Its silence? Satisfying the resistants of knowledge,
The cutting edge of controversy.
School? Full of assumptions!
Told the uncertain. All the things that we have done...
Contradicting? like running to stand still.
Drowning the world, bittersweet rain of tears.
Scruti
Holly xoxox
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