the last one of january

ah! these days
the beginnings
the endings
the time
the work
the routine
the days
ah! these days
they are so strange
and then again, the same
the life
this static adventure
that moves fast
and the feels like it stopped

and a song
and january is gone
of 2011
every second is of it, is gone
is less

and the sounds
and the time spent
with eyes closed at home
or bored of stress behind a desk
where we type tiny black letters
that never make sense

more action! less tears!
from pretty little lighting paw



tiny black letters
to mark how lived in this Earth