intricate skies

glasses

in this world we call our own
of skin we call home
wave after wave
clashes
into
our bones

sound of caves
from the mountains
reverbrates
through my mind
obliterating
the skies
i was trying so hard to find

droplets of dew
and the smell of petrichor
burned through my lungs
in the form of flowers

it was hard to breathe
in these crowded pavements
it was hard to see
who's smiling
at me.

my sight was a hazy
cloud of blue
but i refuse
to wear
glasses
because i don't want to
see every little detail
formulating unlit thoughts

everything is better
secluded
when seen from afar
even if it's blurry
from smoke on cigars

i refuse to wear glasses
that are heavy
they make me so tired
from everything
that i already see

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poem inspired by a certain song. thank you so much for reading!! x