by Tanisha Avarsekar
I think my memories are starting to wrinkle,
Bonds seem to have started to shrivel.
My energy to duel with reality is slowly depleting.
But until this battle is over, I don’t think I’ll be leaving.
The future is fogged up,
The past turning pale.
Not sure where I’m standing anymore.
Not sure where to go.
Last updated August 10, 2011