sometimes i like to look out of the window
when i have no sight
my glasses on the sill
nothing is clear
lights blur and pulse
circles of colour
it is quiet
a world not fully made
like i’ve followed the mice through the door
an unfinished reality
i stare at the city beneath me
and at nothing at all
cars now little moving blobs
traffic lights frozen green
twinkling in the distance
blurred train filled with yellow light
snaking up lazily at quarter past three
there could be anything else on the tracks
and i wouldn’t know at all
aren’t things much simpler?
when the eyes only recognise
faded glows
About the Creator
Essie
Brambling, atypical logorrhoea that really materialise in the form of hatching worms. Or stars.
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The Grace of Reciprocity
The only unspoken understanding now is this: if you ignore me, I absolutely won't bother you. This isn't about being competitive or indifferent; it's about acknowledging the most basic truth of adulthood: relationships must be mutual, not sustained by stubbornness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 days ago in Poets
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