Passively moving
Staring at my reflection through the window
The tree branches and the sky
Emerges as one.
Grey sunlight blurred the scenes
But I could still see
Myself clearly.
Admiring the bleakness of the day
I felt a soft sensation on the eyes or was it on the cheeks?
I thought I saw a teardrop stain on me
Almost seeing the wet shimmer, revealed by the light.
Blankly stared but was not scared
Of me myself and I.
My body, heart and soul faded into condensation
My insides crying.
I deepen my look; no water drops to be found
Just an expression of pure sadness
Observing the world go by.
Tears flowing within
A Cold peacefulness overcomes me
I thought I was crying on the train.
But it was just my imagination at the end
This was the conclusion I made
As I arrive at my stop.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
Passively moving
Staring at my reflection through the window
The tree branches and the sky
Emerges as one.
Grey sunlight blurred the scenes
But I could still see
Myself clearly.
Admiring the bleakness of the day
I felt a soft sensation on the eyes or was it on the cheeks?
I thought I saw a teardrop stain on me
Almost seeing the wet shimmer, revealed by the light.
Blankly stared but was not scared
Of me myself and I.
My body, heart and soul faded into condensation
My insides crying.
I deepen my look; no water drops to be found
Just an expression of pure sadness
Observing the world go by.
Tears flowing within
A Cold peacefulness overcomes me
I thought I was crying on the train.
But it was just my imagination at the end
This was the conclusion I made
As I arrive at my stop.