1st September 2025 /
August faded into September / icebergs melt like December / reality is a facade / perceptions are distorted to distract us from the very second — the breathing moment / it’s already passed, a pile among many of corpses to mourn / the present the present, we scream, live here, we dream / it’s too short, it’s too fleeting, gone in the instant you imagine / tell me if I’m wrong but I too want somethings and elusive they remain / September will bleed into November like ink bleeding into my veins / too fleeting to recognise / too elusive to grasp and write












