To the casual observer, they seemed like a pair any other, If it wasn’t for that singularity, they wouldn’t even bother, Like all the others, they seemed immersed in their own world, With the occasional interruptions reminding them this world.
Such a shower, would normally seem out of season, But he had long since stopped searching for reason, He knew not when he lost it, cared not if it lost him, A lot more important things had already left him.
Pretending it wasn’t over, was not going to be much use, For, to feign forgetfulness, was not his cleverest ruse, The floods had stopped, but the wreckage remained, And everything around him, had forever been stained. Over time, even the
Tired of running this race, every single day, You wish, for a while, the time would just stay, Or atleast wish you had a stronger pair of legs, Ever thought, what a boon it is, to simply walk? Tired of
You know it not, by the darkness of night, You hear it not, so does its footstep fall, You hope you can see it in the brightness of day, So you sleep, hoping morning will solve it all. But the