The World In Blue

I can see, I can't speak

Blue Skies as far as my narrow chocolate swirls can see, islands of clouds dotted and scattered above me, higher than my voice can reach, from concrete to gravel you would think the ground cracked, like a chasm so deep it can reach the darkest abyss, footfalls and potholes uneven terrain with no sign of changing, dirt paths created from the constant marching of steel toe boots, birds cawing and chirping while bugs screech and buzz. In a word I'd say it's peaceful, Harmony among nature. My thoughts echo like words with no sound, eyes drifting off into space. The flow of the wind, the ambiance of the night. Slowly but surely, intoxicating my consciousness until my thoughts turn to a lucid reality of which I won't remember once I see that blue sky again.