Fallen papers

The music is too loud.

Makes the floor vibrate with the base, the walls echoing the aftermath of the siren outside.

Crumbled up papers bare winess of your countless thoughts, like defeated battles they stay dead. Words left unspoken as we stare out the window, wondering if this is the same view we´ll have years from now.

Time never stops for anyone, you say.

It continues without going back. Never looking back for anyone. The only thing that remains from our past is the crumpled up papers on the floor.

The pure white colour fading into age, the dust collecting over it like the silence seem to cover us. Slowly, quietly and merciless in it´s quest. 

Time takes, time shows no one mercy, just like the words you´ve written.

Apple C