inside out

The days twist through my fingers 

like shreds of something I should remember but don't.

And the lessons that I might have learn't, 

but wont, 

slip from my fragile grasp of reality.

But this time I don't care what it means;

         Don't care to come, 

or move so quick, 

to catch life as she flies wildly by.

I can't explain it, 

but I feel it all from the inside of everything.

        My heart, 

which is your heart now, 

want's it all.