of running and cold acceptance.

your ego will be the death of you.

of realization and bedside haze.

hello future self,
if you're reading this,

please wake up!

of advancing time and mementos.

as
each
second
passes,

our
present
will
become
our
past.

of sudden realisation and yearly events.

..wake up boy!
we can't have you clinging
on the hopes of yesterday can't we?

of silent sighs and constant wonderings.

don't run doing small , foolish things
that you think will make you happy,

i know you're not.

of extended takes and discarded tissue papers.

being with you is
one heck of a rollercoaster.

a ride of joy,
and happiness,
But also of pain,
and sadness..

but given the risk,
it's a ride i'm willing to take,
over and over.

of lingering past and today's condolescence.

tell me,

how can i compete,
with a ghost that's never there,
except in your heart?

you're right..
i can't..