The daily snapshot of life

Each day, a new memory, a new snapshot.
Yet, the world outside is not to be trusted.

"You wake up, you do things, you go to sleep,
Everyday is old, everyday is new.
You stand up, you move on.

For a moment, a feeling of incomplete,
A story untold you already knew.
You give up, you move on.

A memory remain of a climb too steep,
A perfect time for starting anew.
A snapshot you can't rely on."

- in "Snapshot", by Hyug Badox, just now

Offer me silence

Half a year from now, come January, someone is going to have an yard sale; thoughts will flourish from borrowed feelings.

I won't provide the spark but the flame.
A change will do us good.

Even if the accomplice is a stranger, he/she will complete or fulfill someone else's need. There's is room for change, for adapting, for conceding.

In need of a spark...

"Any little thing is too much of a weight.
It's monday morning, you see.

Have you ever felt you're waste?
For some, that's all you're ever be.

I will start anew,
And see through you,
Move on,
Move on,
Abandon...
What died.

I need an airy new space,
I need to be set free.

I will accept you,
All things come and go,
A new drug,
An old rug,
(I'll) listen...
And confide.

I need an accomplice...
Someone who will offer me silence.

Then, I will reveal and not conceal
What has become the feeling inside us.

Do you want to know?"

- in "Offer Me Silence", by Hyug Badox, started today.

P.S.: of course I have no predictive powers whatsoever, but this draft was hangin' around for too long and I just could use it for an original approach.