There they are.
Of course they’re there, they’re always there.
But when do you take the time to notice them?
To look past the matter and see?
It’s not just static.
It’s not just an illusion.
They’re there, and there they are.
What are they?
They’re what’s seen when your eyes don’t do their job.
Yet you’re not truly out of focus.
You’re looking beyond.
Beyond what “matters” in the world.
And into one entirely different.
That’s where they are.
What do they mean to you?
Maybe they used to scare you.
You thought they were coming to hurt you.
But there they were.
What did they want?
Maybe you learned to care about them.
Maybe they became a source of comfort.
Something to focus on when it was all too much.
And there they were, even in the dark.
What would you do without them
Maybe they became charming.
They became your companions, in some strange way.
They were there for you, and there they were.
Where would they take you next?
Maybe you forgot to notice them.
And over the years, you began to ignore them.
You focused too close.
You didn’t look beyond.
You didn’t see.
But there they still were.
Why did you let yourself forget?
Then maybe something reminded you of them.
You brought their world back to you.
They’re something to get lost in.
To wonder about.
To smile about, when everything is too much.
When everything scares you, like they once did.
Maybe you have your companions back.
And now, there you are with them.
What took you so long?

It’s childlike, yes, but it’s not without meaning.
Perhaps that’s the way it expresses itself.
It’s emotional, yes, but it’s not without strength.
Perhaps the cork has come loose.
It’s stubborn, yes, but it’s not without willingness.
Perhaps it simply gets caught in itself.
It’s messy, yes, but it’s not without beauty.
Perhaps it finds comfort in chaos.
It’s stoic, yes, but it’s not without empathy.
Perhaps it is afraid of revealing itself.
It’s a dreamer, yes, but it’s not without drive.
Perhaps it’s inspired by the clouds.
It’s a perfectionist, yes, but it’s not without humanity.
Perhaps it is afraid of disappointing itself.
It’s angry, yes, but it’s not without reason.
Perhaps it doesn’t understand what’s around it.
It’s anxious, yes, but it’s not without cognizance.
Perhaps I’m working towards peace.