relativecosmicmusing

When do we hear the footsteps? As destiny brushes past, do we deny it and keep walking? Never finding one thing to last. Sometimes with eyes wide open strolling lost through life's new days with a twisted kind of conviction completely blinded by the haze. The colours are so vivid but we're deafened by their noise bleeding muddy and lacking contrast silently we maintain our poise. How pretty on the outside just like peaches, luscious, ripe; concealing all the truths and sorrows beneath thick layers of hype. We're much like the sunblind bird who, knowing the way to fly still smacks sharply into the window not soaring upward t

Oh little black one, up there in the corner almost insignificant, can you see me? You must catch glimpses while scampering, do your eyes pierce the distance undisturbed by looming shadows, by looming fear? Most unlike my imprecise, imperfect cumbersome eyes, far too complicated to know you distinctly from another yet you can wander without concern for uniqueness, for appreciation. Unaware of worried thought you pursue questing relentlessly with ease. All the while we chat candidly casual comfort still knows no place for guilt to find a home, so giving you patience to wait for my sleep. Oh little black one, what comes to you i