Powerful creatures. Invincible. Always present. Always lurking about.
It waits for the perfect timing equal to your worst.
Brittle moments celebrated like gold.
Drowning in murky muddy weight with useless branches on sight.
Sneering, it raptures in delight,
To the fact that you are your own person.
The truth beyond all truths.
The useless branch.
Energy, vision, all impaired
How to reach for it?
Why even reach for it?
It's always bright and sunny out there
While the storm brews within
You work hard to keep them windows clean
Keep the shades up for the golden rays
You keep hope, tomorrow is another day
Blithe disregard for the dark is possible
Or that one day, Mr Sun will burn the house down
The shadows will then have no home
For now, you sit by the window
Smudging the pane with your face
Bearing the burnt skin
A better alternative to the vultures
Doubts casting aloft
We used to flip through the pages of glossy magazines or colourful webpages, drool and gawk at gorgeous places we only dreamed of seeing. We used to daydream over the idea of food we might never get to taste. Wondered how each destination feels.