Share:

Delicate intricacies of the universe, yet to be discovered

Slow burn of the sunset, yet to be uncovered

A relation so clear but still so blur

Life, so open but still so dull

Tulips and forget-me-nots

Butterflies and moths

Why do we always lean towards things visually pleasing?

While ignoring the day we are not seizing

Some days, I feel the world slipping through my hands,

like sand that refuses to stay

I name each grain a memory, gathering them

knowing they will fall away

Oblivion is inevitable

What once broken is now irreparable

Things now fill me with this weird evangelical zeal

Before the world, I kneel

I wish life gave me a chance

Slowly, then all at once

I know all our labors will be returned to dust

But living is a must