moving pictures in my life.
it if wasn't me sitting here, reality could crumble.
focusing on the sensations of the colors around me.
grounding myself into a place of the present.
everything moves so fast, so i choose to enjoy it.
basking in the wind that faith pushes on to me.
swimming in the sunlight provided by my good days.
losing the meaning of my own first name.
the reality of existence twisted in to the dream of everything.
how everything can be seen in a form of a smell.
i am surrounded by the turns of my thoughts.
how they barely tape the picture together.
how detached the movement suddenly is from the colors around it.
i see everything from behind the screen.
watching the puzzling film and letting the mysteries move on into beyond me.
i've let it go, and now witness the more stories to come.
April 11th, 2020
YOU ARE READING
lack of
Poetrysometimes i'm scrambled. (created November 2nd, 2019) (ended July 15th, 2020)
