time
running out of time
i can't tell you
how many times
i've been here before
i know how this goes
i cling to the days
but remind myself of the future
and let them all go
far too fast
it slips right away
like paper in the wind
and once it catches
you'll never see it again
in anywhere but your memories
so i run
towards the horizon
collecting the moments as i go
forever fighting the feeling
that it will never be enough
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
