the deluded ones [#2]

in

march 13th, 2017

when you wander down the path, half-running and half-walking, do you listen to the smallest of things? do you notice the cotton-like seeds that flutter in the wind? do you reach your hand out to touch its gentle fluffs? do you hear the wind whisper its secrets to you and me? do you feel the chills or the warmth that changes every few moments slightly?

the rays of the suns pierce the irises of my eyes, yet the light is still off-centered. so, instead of looking, i listen, and i hear the whispers of the wind and the voices of the past. i think, and i remember.

i have heard these words so many times before, but they never seemed to have any relevance. but now that i've heard you speak, the smallest of things seem to stick out when they relate to you.

it's almost as if you've made such an impact on me that even the most irrelevant things have become relevant.