I feel poetic today. Here's some of that poeticness, I guess.
Clear Skies
I don't know about you
But
Blue skies unnerve me.
It feels as if something,
Instinct
Is telling me something's off.
Now grey skies. Grey is grey.
Not perfect
Neither black nor white
But in between
A reminder that
The dim and dull reality
Is both good and bad.
Maybe at times, it seems as if
One were more
But grey is always grey
The Grey Reality.
Or, perhaps
Blue
Seems too hopeful.
Like my young naive self
That had too much trust and no worries
Too much time and uncontrolled
Creativity, unjudged, unburdened.
Smiling up at the cloudless sky
Wasting away summer
And my youth.
Or, perhaps
The nostalgia of those sweet days
Of carefree childhood
That can never be regained
Makes the blue sky so bitter.
Every blue day
A reminder of what once was
And will most likely
Never be again.
I don't know about you
But
Blue skies unnerve me
A reminder of what can never be again.
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Random Thoughts
SonstigesPoetry, randomness, whatever comes to mind. Brace yourselves folks. This book is different. These are random thoughts. This book is Madness. It's Messy. It's Me.
