i write sins, not tragedies

the sins of m transgressions have
finally caught up with me
the time is
now
now
nOW.

melancholic

the beauty of words
and splendour of thoughts
what could have been
what might have been
impression upon impression
just a mere impressions
perceptions, conjured up by
melecholic feelings
wanting to release wanting to escape
but alas, like dreams
life goes on
irregardless of feelings.