[ 8 ☽ 28 ☼ 2017 年 ]

The feeling when, the balloon
Has popped. The air bursting
Out. My lungs suddenly
Empty.

Where did my passion go?
When did the spark vanish?

All of the air that had been carrying me,
No longer keeps me afloat.

Desperately, I grasp at my dreams,
But it slips between my fingers.
It is just empty air after all,
Never tangible enough to touch,
Was it silly of me to think,
"Maybe I could", in the first place?

Regardless, the balloon has popped.
And the basket of eggs is falling.
I can't bear to watch as they go.
Splat.

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【 hirundinidae - written 555 days ago 】