*sigh*

i really havent felt like writing
the words just dont seem to inviting
i feel like my petals are falling
as falls falling in inside me
but dutifully i stick to my task
though i have nothing but my empty flask
a soul that is hurting
and a first that feels like the last
some times old times
haunt you in slow times
its easy to fall pray
when your waiting in short lines
the deffinition has been blurred
by thoughts of the obserd
but still i sit here writing
all my thoughts in words