I've been staring at the cracks in the pavement lately wondering if the spaces between here and there are as defined as jagged edges and overlooked trenches.
I was told once that we are woven entities and interconnected bodies of energy that have one way or another proven our worth through our discoloured eyes.
Perhaps we are just as vast as blackholes with no current destination but somehow we manage to take in what is placed in front of us without an understanding of what has become of it.
There are days when the only comparisons made are of the ocean and the sky as we forget that the soil beneath our toes has felt the most pain, the most love and seen the most bloodshed.
I was studying the cracks in the pavement the other day when I came across a thought that maybe my sight of the things I need is just as corrupt as the ground I walk on.