It has taken ahold of me once more.
Basking and marinating;
my life is in limbo.
At a halt,
with a glance,
and then just as quickly sets as the sun.
Moments are cherished
but then despised with a gun.
Feeling the chambers loaded with each shell,
the thought it so real,
But where does that leave us?
Friday 25th September 2015 3:37 am