Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
I closed my eyes and slipped my skin, like vapor I floated. There was no resistance, such as would be felt from water.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Should I mourn the child that I was? Should I look back in dismay at the naive innocence of my youth?
Why as humans have we come to this, a denying a turning away a tamping down of our emotions.
I looked into her eyes and saw my future, laid out before me like a river, flowing deep and wide. With a dark turbulence,
An old barn, devoid of paint, doors askew. The weight of many winters heavy on it’s timbers. Home to pigeons and mice.
A lingering twilight, descending into night, a casual breeze bringing a suspicious mist. Of an unknown origin, it carries a spell,
While treading water I open up my mind, considering my relationship with this element. Inhaling I allow myself to sink,
This camouflage I wear, always. I donned it long ago, having realized its necessity to survival.
Slowly With purpose I push against the machine........we’ve become. This society of machines that feeds the wants
Standing Waiting on a train, I didn’t know it then, couldn’t have comprehended the importance of it. Or possibly the lack of significance either.
Cast out with your eyes and see, all that is good and right. The beauty that surrounds, with man and nature.
By thinking what have I created, have I hatched a new reality? A new world of my conjuring, solely within my mind, unseen by others,
