plata

on a cold friday it hit me: time is moving fast
or is it just me?
i ask myself
how the fuck did we get here?
man, i dont even know
head spinning
heart pounding
everything is fuzzy
i cant see
i take a couple of deep breaths
then for some unlogical reason tears start rolling
it burns
i ache
i think i know why
im just a coward
maybe the words i've swallowed are chocking me to death
maybe i dont even recognize myself anymore
but i guess they're right

it takes a long time to start sounding like yourself