I lie here. My eyes caress the ceiling. My thoughts visit my past, And bring back with it memories both fond and distasteful.
Artificial lights ******* the eyes that once saw things differently. Eyes now glazed with perspective given to them by experience and time. Eyes that now display with more clarity where my thoughts lie.
Although intangible, I feel my breath dance along my skin. I conclude there’ll be more of these moments to come. So I close the eyes that once saw things differently, As my thoughts stroll aimlessly into my imagination from what once was.