I was disguised upon the reality of what I perceived,
my life was an incomplete picture. But what filled
up the holes of what couldn't be camouflaged in
in reflections, was that I was unable to visualize you.
My face wondered on the elegance of what was a
mirage of my essence. Even though my world was
imperfect it wasn't in the value of what was seen
without witnessing. symmetry was my guide dog.
I visualized the delicacy of ever word what was
spun upon the weavings of air. It was knitted
within my reflections even though not seen
I saw ever word you wove on to my eyes.
To envision all that is but a canvass yearning a
paint brush to touch in visions of what speaks
more than sight. I'm incomplete but I visualize
more than you could possibly conceive.
"My world is incomplete, but I see more than I did with sight,
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 5:41 PM UTC
I was disguised upon the reality of what I perceived,
my life was an incomplete picture. But what filled
up the holes of what couldn't be camouflaged in
in reflections, was that I was unable to visualize you.
My face wondered on the elegance of what was a
mirage of my essence. Even though my world was
imperfect it wasn't in the value of what was seen
without witnessing. symmetry was my guide dog.
I visualized the delicacy of ever word what was
spun upon the weavings of air. It was knitted
within my reflections even though not seen
I saw ever word you wove on to my eyes.
To envision all that is but a canvass yearning a
paint brush to touch in visions of what speaks
more than sight. I'm incomplete but I visualize
more than you could possibly conceive.
"My world is incomplete, but I see more than I did with sight,
