Dried

"My old friend, here we are

Did you care?

Still feeling like an energetic hare,

After the pen we abused

Used it to write

Our rote memories, got dry?

Did we try again?

Did you stop?

Did I stop you?

“You have the words of bitter heart; you also harbor the darkness that’s holding you back”

The longest rolling second tick by

“Fools, can’t you see?” Said we.

I saw everything, we were together

Gathered at the moment where my pen

Once overflowing, dried up

Then and only then did we get consumed…

Or did we consume it?

No more ideas or funny thoughts

No more daring, no more sharing

No more air, no more fairness

No more screaming, no more timing

No more clutters, no more litters

Now we are gone, now we are done

In particular silence, we are ringing

The tolls of the bells

Where the souls drifts away

Away from the zealous rain

Inside our broken brain

Dried as the hollow casket we made together

To bury everything

So we forget nothing"