where to start

where to begin

I feel like drowning in high waters

 

times have past so fast

and it's just the memories that last

I twist and turn them, make them mine

throughout the course of time

 

shadows invert

and things that once hurt

are scars now to keep me safe

 

I hope that I'm dead when I die

I hope there's nothing and this remains unique

and all there is and all there was is one

 

no hide and seek

even the smallest creek

runs high sometimes

 

the flood will catch us

lead us astray

and bring up parts of us we hid away

 

memory loss

 

 

© clara luzia