TFD
It's a blurry memory Because of wasted time. I was young enough to remember the day God was wrong and blameless. it's in the pit of my stomach I can feel it's languid desperation. ...smell it's hazy smell Just outside my five fingered reach. It wasn't a battle. It was end an of an angry war of which my siblings and I were casualties. Who would be proud of the way I forgot to breathe and how quickly I stuffed my forgotten feelings into an overnight bag What are feelings? That's a question I still ask myself. I still think about that afternoon or morning or whatever time of day it was If peace is...