I watch the sky dance from blue to deeper and deeper shades of black
as the world slowly forgets me
in the late hours of the night.
I can't see the stars.
Only the moon and occasionally Venus.
It's much too bright in here...
so why do I stay and stare...?
Does it matter?
Time starts to flow more and more freely through my fingers
like water,
leaving me frozen on March 12.
9:20-
This tattered white dress of mine fades to yellow.
A part of me longs to tear it at the knee,
to leave it disheveled on the ground-
but I know I can never do that.
To you, who mean so much to me
I was too scared to show myself
until the red spider lilies bloomed along my path.
I wonder, do you remember my name...?
Ah, if I can't change it, just lay me down,
and let me rest.
Cover my eyes, and block out all this noise...
Tick tock, tick tock...