_Crowded foresight_ —
thoughts stacked sky-high,
cluttered windows of a dreaming mind.
Out of mind,
out of sight…
yet somehow, I keep seeing
the better days of my life
skimming the edge
of a hopeful smile.
That smile —
soft, unspoken —
given with time,
drawn from deep thoughts
folded in silence.
. . .
Any life worth seeing —
any __better__ version of me —
is shaped by what I’m willing
to put light on.
So I
paint my
foresight with
fireflies and sunbeams,
hoping the dark
makes room
for the
light I
keep.
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 3:59 PM UTC
_Crowded foresight_ —
thoughts stacked sky-high,
cluttered windows of a dreaming mind.
Out of mind,
out of sight…
yet somehow, I keep seeing
the better days of my life
skimming the edge
of a hopeful smile.
That smile —
soft, unspoken —
given with time,
drawn from deep thoughts
folded in silence.
. . .
Any life worth seeing —
any __better__ version of me —
is shaped by what I’m willing
to put light on.
So I
paint my
foresight with
fireflies and sunbeams,
hoping the dark
makes room
for the
light I
keep.
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