Tuesday, September 29, 2009
days.
these are the days.
this is bliss at its core.
foregranted, i have taken thee.
a day is a week; a week a month.
a month; a year.
where did all the happiness go?
i was once young.
i engaged in euphoria, in joy.
that glee was broken.
i felt isolated.
reminded was i.
that these are the days.
i shall serve with a beam.
in remembrance::
for i do not know; the inevitable.
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