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A girl called Time
Once she’d been busy,
unapproachable,
hard to get in touch with,
too cool for the likes of me.
Now she’s here to stay,
not leaving me for a second,
day in day out,
telling me to try new things.
But she’s getting bored
with me doing nothing.
I can see it in her eyes,
threatening to abandon me.
So I calm her down
since tomorrow is around the corner.
There’s ample time, right?
We could start all over.
Sleep
An escape from the mundane days
to a vast sea of opportunities
where the weird makes sense
and no one’s judging you.
If only for a moment,
yearning back to that place
since my mind is restless and weary.
No more hiding
behind the many masks I’ve carefully created
for every occasion
to traverse through this tiresome life.
As I close my eyes
the curtain falls
to a land of wonder
where I can drop my guard
and be happy again.
Sunfall
When these dark thoughts settle in,
an invisible black mass falls upon me,
paralyzing from the inside.
I seem like a shell of my former self,
not knowing who or what possesses me.
Tired of this puppet master
since just minutes ago I felt at ease,
grateful for the rays on my face.
But the sun’s gone now
and as hard as I try to catch it back,
darkness overtakes.
Clinging to my only hope,
I’m waiting,
that this’ll soon be over
and the sun rises randomly once more
like the last time.