All the sad faces, so quickly they appear Those eyes they peer; like voyeurs of the night As time approaches dusk, and light becomes dark They disembark From Upper York Street- To the strongholds of the the Shore Road Glimpsing in, people stare back From the Spides of the north To the elderly and beyond Coughing and shuffling, moaning and groaning; Oh! What a concert! Amadeus would be a proud man indeed As it slogs by I catch a fleeting glimpse My face, appearing ever so different; sadder It must be illusionary, right? Perhaps Standing there, just thinking to myself Will I ever see these people again?
sip of water one sip of water after a day of incomprehensible after incomprehensible light after incomprehensible eyes of water water sip one water me a little bit I am incomprehensible for a whole day did not drink or eat anything but how much how much water was more accurate in my heart and in my eyes and in my in the words of incomprehensible sip of water give water oh sip finally walked in my day here is a little bit left until the evening of inspiration
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.
It's fun to see, in hindsight, how certain experiences have shaped the young woman I've become. As long as there is breath in my lungs, there will be more opportunities to reflect. I look forward to that. For now, i'll busy myself by letting my imagination run wild until sleep whisks me away.