Wednesday, February 3

Reality

Tired oceans swallow the fears
Soothing waves engulf the despair
Closed eyes erase memories of those years
Wishing I was elsewhere
.
Darkness inhales the sense of worry
Exhaling shadows of curiosity
Making everything blurry
Hiding the societies bitter animosity
.
Light radiates the sensation of my skin
Tracing a burning pattern of sunlight
Forcing my soul to wake up from within
I flutter my eyelids in spite
..
Because never will reality be as bliss
As only behind closed eyes does this world exist