40 parts.
It's been 5 days,
with 40 parts.
How?
How is that even possible?
How has so much happened in a miniscule amount of time?
And why?
It was so slow before.
Nothing happened,
for the longest time.
Time was just frozen.
And now everything is.
Everything,
that could happen,
is happening,
and will happen.
The fire came,
and melted the ice.
I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Is it good?
Is it good what's happened?
Is it good I've sped through the seven stages of grief so fast?
Well,
with this rate I could write a series in a week.
So keep the fire coming.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
