We sit and we stare at the world around. Recording the world onto paper, our pens scratching at the sound. It feels like an itch that’s too hard to scratch. The idea gnawing away Or an egg waiting to hatch. We bead together words we can’t say. With a deeper meaning, in its…
Always aim high. “What if you miss?” Forever a point Nobody will get.
Forever beautiful, surrounded by a black and white world.
Frozen beads melt, time stops, then Spring’s forward.
Crooked, it aches. Slowly, it buds behind The dozens. The sun glazes the outer branches, Attracting foreseen attention. Hidden away, Under the shadow of others, It blooms. One by one, Most of the flowers fall, But not you. Ever so bright, You glisten among the branches.
Patterned elegance of orange, yellow, and white hang beneath the sky. A former life, renewed as a crustacean butterfly, dancing to the currents of the wind.