five years on, i still lay awake.
watching the ceiing fan whirring overhead.
just like us, going round and round;
like the chasing blades that never met.
they spun, like a blur,
forming an illusion of full circle
only when it stops,
then i realised we didn't moved at all.
same gap, same reason seperate the blades,
can i break your rules and cut to the chase?
No comments:
Post a Comment