austinisgone

These, falling seconds 
Look, like rain. 
Or, even better. 
A punch, to the stomach. 

Faded analogies, 
End up not explaining anything 
I am trying, 
To get across. 
To get. Across. 

Carbon copy after another 
Adorn the walls… 
Of every…house

How empty it sounds, 
When one, 
Can’t even… 
Forge, a path… 
To the door. 

The illusion, 
Of running around… 
With, my arms spread… open

I embrace, this feeling.

Nothing else, seems real. 

I embrace, this feeling, when nothing else, seems real.