it's the consistency of early morning fog. the type that floats eerily above salty waters, seemingly motionless and stiff, enabling wandering eyes to find the end. it's the sound of first fallen snow. drifting into sheets of blank, englufing everything around it in silence. it's the stare of post rainy days. streaked with raindrops, sliding down car window's that you try to race; see-through mists clouded over.
it's the thought of galaxies beyond. stretching for miles, leaving the open space inside for imaginations to conclude, sketching worlds of distant and foreseeable endlessness. it's a single stone. weighted by the gravity below, struggling against oceans currents and washed up with bitter resemblance. it's a broken street-lamp. flickering in the dead of night without a witness, in and out of it's world wishing to alight with life that tarnished it to a small breathe.
it's a faint dream. filled with confusing scenes and the remembrance of the past; slowly falling into an abyss of subtle peace. it's cold winters. numbing your finger tips and your insides, filling every inch of it's reach with a captivating rest, ensuing days of slow, agonzing wraths. it's miniscule viruses. attacking memories and thoughts, eating away at sun rays filtering through withering leaves above, easing the calm to destruction of thousands of cities crashing upon one another in blazing solitude.
proclaim out to the starry sky; it's the timeless ticking of awaiting the ground to crumble beneath. it's an emotion trapped inside, tearing at sheets of hope on black smokey nights. it's a feeling left alone, a rapidly growing vine, grasping onto every inch of it's reach.
marking lines in the dust; it's an invisible breeze come un-noticed, whispering faintly to the deaf ear. it's an emotion raging outside, unexplained acts of destruction, words unspoken and deep set lies. it's a feeling vivid in darkness, a throbbing glow that extinguishes in spoken words, hiding when it needed to be seen the most.
creating a world of mountainous slopes; it's an abandoned city, left to ashes when the buildings couldn't stand to hold their weight of a million stars. it's isolation, it's confusion. it's destruction at it's finest and creation at it's worst. it's bittersweet, it's a brokenness within. loneliness is a masterpiece all of it's own.
