Feelings, you say? What are they?
I’ve never met a moment when I knew those that really rushed to stay. A fleeting promise. Someone gone too soon. Nary a day that has passed of anything such known.
I think I may. I think I might. I have never seen or had that sight.
That feeling. That promise.
People surrounding me without radiance of any light. Passing days filled with shadows of things I can’t quite see. Only quick pieces of such fading in and out of sight only to disappear again into total darkness.
[photo credits: me. ]