Close your eyes.
What do you see?
Darkness, maybe.
Or do you see colours?
Fluorescent , vibrant hues of wonders;
Dancing under your eyelids.
The sun, sending warm tangerine waves into you.
The moon, kissing you goodnight with rich inky indigos and blues.
Cover your ears.
What do you hear?
Silence, maybe.
Or do you hear voices?
Expired conversations that replay differently each time.
****** retro punk tunes you can't remember the names of.
You send yourself letters when no other sound can be heard.
Your address is never forgotten and nothing is left unsaid.
You don't need light to see.
You don't need noise to hear.
Just look and listen ,
and you will feel.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
Close your eyes.
What do you see?
Darkness, maybe.
Or do you see colours?
Fluorescent , vibrant hues of wonders;
Dancing under your eyelids.
The sun, sending warm tangerine waves into you.
The moon, kissing you goodnight with rich inky indigos and blues.
Cover your ears.
What do you hear?
Silence, maybe.
Or do you hear voices?
Expired conversations that replay differently each time.
****** retro punk tunes you can't remember the names of.
You send yourself letters when no other sound can be heard.
Your address is never forgotten and nothing is left unsaid.
You don't need light to see.
You don't need noise to hear.
Just look and listen ,
and you will feel.
