See it’s subtle ripples Through the brisk autumn wind. See how close they come to suffocate, As they trap the light within. Ebb and flow, They shrink and grow, Patched, attached, detached, Never-ending. A cloudy sky is terrifying.
See the colours dull. Everything washed over with a grey hue. Don’t get me wrong, I still find it beautiful.
Heads are lowered and humbled. Travellers move faster with direction. Chats are shortened. Thinking “get out of the way of a rainy day.” Like a cloudy sky is an affliction, Strengthening the addiction to the sun. A cloudy sky is a terrifying one.
The petals are already wilting Is their stay really so short? What irony twists is whim but such is life there is no end to a rim The hoops of my own eyes mirrors that of reality itself also that of my own sanity Is it sanity that makes me seek infernal truth? Is it a different sanity that makes others blind? Is it insanity which seeks eternal youth? Is it insane to wish of seeing petals in perfection one last time?
Reposting this because I've decided again that it's important to me and worth having on my profile ;P
Said I was sheltered Then showed me some real ****** up **** I could never forget You left a mark In the worst way Like an earthquake You shook me up Opened my eyes To all the lies Opened the door To all that was hidden I should have never seen Knew me the best And still did what you did No respect For me **** hit differently After seeing it so vividly And I can’t deny Thought **** wasn’t fair to me But now I see it so clearly Tunnel vision The bigger picture appeared to me Something bigger I’m meant to be