It's just one of those days.
Seems like a small 24 hours
compared to the many we encounter throughout life
A grain of sand,
that's what it is and that's what we are.
A simple speck on the universe,
one little creature.
One person with hopes and dreams and flaws,
just like all the others.
But yet, to myself
I am nothing.
For this one day, I will feel like I don't exist
and in some sad sense, I might enjoy it.
Embracing the 24 hours of loneliness
and falling apart with every tear.
Today, they are only mine.
These walls,
stained with memories,
have transformed into the tears I speak of.
I'm creating a whirlpool of confusion.
Watch as my thoughts drift closer and closer to the centre
where they are pulled back down into hiding.
Drifting away from reality
and falling back into my own world.
