comes & goes
i do not feel emotion as good or bad, most are instead waves of color passing by, like a burst of lighting casting near my pad, it is just another thing that comes and goes.
it pass by like words thrown into the wind, some stick onto my ears just the same, like super-glue or paint deep on my hand, it is just another thing that comes and goes.
i see no reason to worry, it passes by like time, and i have nothing left to not wait for, like I'm stuck in a cell serving the deal of my crime, it is just another thing that comes and goes.