time filler,
an unaccounted
chronological disorder.
spiralling out of proportion.
an unfamiliar buzz
visits the late hours of nightfall.
i long for my other half
whom doesn't exist
for he is the golden bird
that shelters my eyes
from a throbbing moon
too bright for my weak sight.

to my presumptious time killer
my disorder
my love,
if you do not change your ways,
i will die from your wavering disorder.

I am here for anyone who needs to talk or feels the same way.
Love,
Aries
"Have a wonderful day"