Faded Picture.
Faded Picture.

He walks into the dusty old room,
a room that's empty save for a few objects,
years have made it gain an eery gloom,
a sad look around shows not much to pack,

he sees a fading picture and picks it up,
junk to others but priceless to him,
the picture shows a simple family closeup,
finally he knows time flies faster than it seems,

these tears of his isn't the first,
but when he leaves something is amiss,
finally he understands and realises,
how important a family truely is...
stoned @ 9:17 AM
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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.

- Kai Teoh, Seasons of September