As you ruffle my hair and lean in close,
to tease me about the guys that surround me.
All I do is stand there, silently soaking in the smile that is now directed towards me.
Because I know that I wouldn't do any of the things you list,
at least not with them.
I try to make you understand that there is nobody I have my eyes on,
and then inside my head I finish that sentence.
There is nobody I have my eyes on,
because they have tunnel vision for you.

When the periphery is muted,
one walks the precipice -
long and narrow.

Open minds are fenced in;
And are inadvertently confined
to hushed tones
and feeble babbles.

Life then ceases to be a journey...

But rather,
                 a recurring commute.

This tunnel of vision
defies indecision.
To choose with precision,
I hide from derision.

The voices outside me
tell me lies to guide me.
With no one beside me,
I hear what’s inside me.

I can find my out.
I’ve always done without
others knowing my route
or what I’m all about.

Though the tunnel’s unlit,
dark and loneliness fit.
I’ve made myself commit,
Straight ahead, and don’t quit!

Sometimes when I close my eyes
I see slight ripples.
Sometimes grain.
I sometimes wonder how most people see the world.
Bright colors.
If everything is as clear as it appears.
I assume it's normal. To wonder if things are there or not.
The static that appears before my eyes.
A desire held within.
The static compensating the reality of how things are.
A visual interpretation of what I miss most.
Nothing ever solid.
A face appearing between the grain.
I can never read her expression.
Dissipating seconds after I open my eyes.
Mounds & mounds of snow.
Sometimes I wonder.
If you ever see the same snow that I see

space&time;
narrow
to the moment
IT
may happen

nothing
proceeds
beyond that point

the whole universe
folds
into one compact dot

a cosmic black hole
whose invisible energy
holds promise
to burst forth
in brilliant stars of

salvation
elation
liberation

another big bang

this time

maybe

with a whimper