syntropia

It's been a long time since I wrote shit down, but down it shall be writ. And I'm a long way from wearing the gown that tumbled under it. If you wish to ride that train, you'll never learn to sit. Cause losing love is easiest when you don't hold on to it.
I've been loosing ever since I slid right in to it... I've been living and I'll never get used to it. I've been saving everything so that I won't forget that I've been living just as fast as I forget.
And every time I see that tarnished crown, I look inside and turn and look around. All efforts lie and swim and learn to drown. Outside the dome that puriescient mound. And if you'll wonder what I've left to crown? That crimson wonder, leaflets underground. Have all the the sisters lost the will, are all the brothers sitting still? Are often challenged overbearing will, And if not having than the older still.


P.S. Fuck you if it's not really a sonnet