haven't posted in a while, sorry

just wrote this:


Left behind, I sit and dream
of days and weeks and months and years.
Caught between now and then,
I murmur in pandiculation:
"The most beautiful things I will ever see,
will they ever really happen to me?"
The moment replies:
"Goodbye."



CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZ.