16,002 days

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 31 January 2008 at 8:08 am

Falling fast now
through this life

Waiting for that
never-coming
something
to happen

Not sure
if this is sadness
or the edge
of madness

Each day
goes by and
all I want to do
is stop

(D. James)

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