astrological therapy

distraction

wilting away
that once beautiful rose losing its pigment
like the moon fading behind
diminished , its gentle yet powerful radiance
distracted , unable to comprehend the -

" keep your eyes on the board , not glaring outside the window thank you very much "
the teacher growls in annoyance .

archer is hesitant to reply .

" why can't he just focus ? " she mutters , infuriated at the effort that has been put into the lesson .

archer proceeds to turn the page , squinting his eyes at the sight of the light reflecting through it . fascinated by the movement of the sun , too busy to concentrate on the task . preoccupied by the delicacy of these tender beams of light , bursts of conversation surround him .

he prefers the solitary life he lives .
confining himself to silence ,
preferring to avoid contact ,
any unnecessary communication .

those around archer are dumbfounded ,
they are lacking passion and care
trying to prevent association
nobody wants to be
near him

supporting someone is one thing
but understanding someone is different

you don't know their
life
background
beliefs and opinions
situations they are dealing with

life is difficult

even the silence can sidetrack you
more than the interference of others
but ,
his only focus was the stars

thinking
reflecting
memorising

the patterns of the night sky
section by section
piece by piece
fragment by fragment

he misses you , you know that don't you ?

i saw your eyes glisten
when you slightly tilted your head
you showed your understanding
i can understand why he admires you ...
a slight grin in response

this gradually fading sky awoke archer's soul
the changing of the shades and tones of light
call him to the moon
beckons him to the clear darkness

he is never but occupied
always losing track of time
getting lost in his own thoughts
becoming engrossed once more

archer can't seem to focus .

his large jumper
was no match for the cold
somehow that biting frost ventured on
to enjoy chilling anything in sight
whether that be delicate leaves or tender lips

hand being pressed together lightly
and folding his arms with chattering lips
fastening his coat with bright scarlet hands
swiftly progressing to his eyes and nose
bringing water to fade his vision
and this same scarlet colour
plagued his nose
the weather
has won

the wind dishevels archer's silky hair
a gentle breeze like a petal fleeing its flower
his nose lightly covered like snow hiding grass
nature was excited ,
something seemed disturbing ,
like an eerie chill down your spine ,
silence .

people are fascinated by screens and brightness
yet archer much preferred the light of the sun
it brought a sense of graciousness to his day
he believed that the sun would greet him
everyday .

and somehow or other
he began to realise
he was definitely
in the same seat
in the same room
he had just began
to realise how
he enjoyed the
distraction

his passive eyes were locked
they were never moving
he had strength
not mentally
physically ...

oh how clear thoughts , captivate attention