Personal poetry

Boketto

Time passes by; looking back time fly's.
Walking forward with no motivation,
apply actions with no intentions.
Expecting outcome or some perfection,
some saying they understand my perspective.
But ... every thought is different.
Even if the feeling of emptiness is endless,
the emptiest of things...
can be the hardest to fill in.
The thought of it being difficult, makes it seem impossible.
The most "impossible" of things are over thought.
What some don't know is, not everything is mental.
A small touch can gradually make something colorless,
once again colorful.
Commitment, is much more than saying it has been attempted,
Yes... there is some limit to connection.
Its just that people mistake the limit for only the beginning.
It is here when you find out a lot about a person.
A limit is a limit, but like most things... it can be messed with.

[Boketto (Japanese) - The act of gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking)