It's a dizzying blur,
hard to grasp and even harder to keep.
As sporadic and uncontrollable
as it is predictable and consistent.
A hazing shadow
shifting in and out of tangibility.
Capable of shaping and moulding,
yet able to so easily slip through your finger.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from my brain
PoetryIt's poetic, in a way. This is a mixture of poems and short passages. I'm writing these for myself, I guess, as a way to collect my thought, but I hope you enjoy the little pieces of me you read.
