It all burns
Slowly
We have set it on fire ourselves
And we will burn too
It’ll catch up to us
Ashes
Will fill the lungs
Of the ones left
After the blaze
This world of ours
It’s on fire
Burning
Slowly
And everyone is too busy
Watching their screens
To notice the smoke.
-C.H.
A few years ago, there was rattling noise coming from one of the wheels on my car. I took it into the shop, and a man handed me a bunch of bolts and nuts, and things that I had no idea what they were.
They danced together. They kissed each other. They smelled the other one. They held onto each other tightly. They fell in love. Then, they got married. They went on a honeymoon. They made a child. The
Maybe it is all a dream? Whose to tell me that it isn’t? Would you? Could you? Would you try to wake me up? . . . It was all a dream Inside the mind of a man Who fell asleep Years ago In his bed is wh
