8-27-11
Note: (Not meant to confuse but--) I realized that I had been questioning, but what I did not know was that it was only the beginning. I think this is rather prose.


It was so windy outside
I stood there
Taking in all the sights around me
I couldn't absorb anything
I continued to stand there
I could not memorize the scene it seemed
This is all I knew
For most of my life, I became bored with everyday scenes
Tonight, I couldn't get enough
It had been forever since it felt so good
It was not hot nor cold
It was perfect to think about things
I hated how I was always thinking
However, in atmospheres like this weren't the same
It was like my problems went away
I had found comfort and clarity
I saw the streetlamps and the shadows
The trees were swaying
Everything seems to be alive
Everything was moving in a rythmic movement
I stood there, paralyzed , the only one that remained unchanged
Something seemed completely different
It felt almost foreign
The atmosphere had changed
I don't know what it was
I knew there was something
What was I doing alone?
I saw the deep blue, almost indigo spacious eternity
The stars glimmered brightly
And all I saw was your face