Clattering into one another, fleeting forever, the moments pass me by-
molding into memories that are fated to fade away, eventually, like paling pixels on old images.
Ceaseless wild thoughts peacock at my core. A war I battle, a war unknown to you.
An invisible implosion.
Livid, I lose myself to it crawling into my den like a skittish serpent.
Dark walls sunset my hopes.
I want to escape, and freeze the faulty aging of my humdrum hours.
I want to cork them, the fermenting feelings ruminating in my head.
I want to feel.
I want to feel. Again.
I want to feel. Again. And indulge myself in the now.
Often I picture peace.
I see it litter my heart with love.