11.11

That force holding your breath
Like your hidden dragons bellowing
Gripping tightly on your respiratory system
Eyes closed
You move
But you stay within your rut
Of a mind that cannot speak
Of words that can't be said
Of feelings you can't deny
But you can't obey

You move, but you stay on the ground
While the present is in flight
yet the past passes away
beautiful moments wisp away
A melting photograph
burnt by ashes of your own passion

You live to dream
but you dream of death
And you wake to not living