Pale blue skies swirled with pastel pink clouds
My mind is a camera and it takes a picture
I want to be able to print this picture on paper
But i cant, the skill isnt there so why try
I can do many things easily
So why do the extra work when i know what to do
Something i will never be able to do because it will take years for the talent to be good enough
I hate that, but its life so i accept it
I look up at the sky
Dark blue bleeds the pale away
Bright speck of stars cover it like glitter
The moon shines brightly
I take a picture
I like taking photos of things i like
Even then i can’t help it
I avoid looking in the mirror because i dont want to see
I stare at people i care about so i can memeroize their face
Down to the detail, because you never know when you or someone else will die
I stare at the sky
It seems like im reliving everyday
With little changes
Continuous like the sky changing from pale to black, back to paile againg
With little changes, like the weather or the moon, maybe you will see a planet, but it looks like a star
YOU ARE READING
poems, thoughts, and short stories
Randomthis is basic whatever I want it to be also I need to work on my writing anyways
