It seems you've lost your own perceptive of time,
Remember time is a constant paste
Whether it feels slow or
Awfully fast,
You've gotten distracted
And forgot your
Own sense of place
Again,
Your purpose is here
Somewhere but you
Don't know where to look,
Do you even care to look?
It's in front of you like
How the waves finds
It's purpose to go back and
Forth, from that night.
You lost touch in
Your skin as well,
Your reflection
Is invisible,
Blurred out face.
This phase or whatever
You call it
Isn't what you want,
You still wanted to breathe
Easily and make sense of your
Face,
Everything is so blurred out
Suffocated.
You can't tell if your dreaming
Or awake,
It could feel like you've gone mad,
You could hardly feel anything the same,
Maybe whatever this is will fade,
Why if you're just lying to yourself again?
You can't even realize what is
Honesty or falsity,
Has your perception of reality went dense?
Or is it a new challenge of change?
YOU ARE READING
Reminiscing Indigo
PoetryHi! If you read my previous garbage just know I've gotten way better! I thought I would give watt pad another try to express my writing skills though I've developed I'm still an amateur at it
