It’s the day of the sun that I hid away from

Nothing feels right

But do I bid him goodnight when

Well goodnight sun

I’m ill and I could have prevented it but time keeps slipping

And every moment feels like an eternity but then time has gone by without my knowledge

Such strange places to be where time flies and stands still in the same constant moment

Today tomorrow two days from now it’s as if I’m trapped in this void of

Concealing how sick I am and then spending every day not working as if I’m unable to get up

But I can’t

If only there was a way to break this cycle

Instead I lie here with nothing to fight with and I wonder

Where are you?

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