sooner or later

"sooner or later, it all comes crashing down
crashing down when everyone's around
i bet you would've paid up
or you'll cash down
and not make a sound
everyone knows now..."
- "Sooner or Later" by N. E . R. D.


Some good things are not for good.
Pounded to bits.
Turned into dust.
Blown by the wind.
Faded and gone.

Waking up with this void where it used to be filled by something pretty.
Something strong.
But something fleeting.
Leaving only a crater.
A memory.
A gilded lily.
Even a beautiful butterfly could lose its wings and forget to fly.

Crawl.
Crawled back to its black hole.
Scratched.
And utterly powerless.
Just when I found beauty amongst piles of filth.
Just when merely floating becomes a possibility.
A knock out comes.
And another.
Here was defenseless.
Here was motionless.
Dragging me...
Away. Fucking further and further away.
Here was murkier.
And the beauty started to fade.
Fade like a waning gibbous moon.
Until the distance changed us, exhausted us.
Until there was none.
Drying up the small oasis.
There goes the beauty.
Arid.

Some good things are not for good.
No matter how much you want to keep it just a little longer.



"it's over. leave it."


...:::j u l i e:::...