Living in Slow Motion

The moment I stand is when the tears quietly dropping.
The wind secretly carresing me,
All those gentle shame,
And the perforating sadness.

I feel like a hole
Because as the time freezes,
Building and street is blowing.

All the dimension merging,
Time bending
And I still trapped in my lungs.
“I’d die to be free,” I thought.
“I’d change to be free.”

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