yesterday, I was only 1 boy.
a single composition of a faded disposition.
I stood 1 being, with 1 solitary view.
Right to Left.
LEFT, Right, left; 1 man marched on.
And with the rising of the sun,
that sole child became a man.
Left. and Right.
2 sides of 1 man.
1 mind. 2 eyes. 2 ears. 1 mouth; Left without guide.
I observed my locality.
Left eye, right eye; 2 sides.
Eyes wide open, I see the big picture.
2 sides combined: unified.
My mind vacant and pure,
defines parameters, undefiled.
Silent sectors secluded
INHALE. . . exhale!
[SECLUDED] space unsullied by the stigmas
secreted from the satirical social circles and squares,
in which reality is conformed…
Separated on the sidelines, I mourn.
& In the silence, I can breathe; inhale. . . exhale!
Close my eyes. Left side, right side.
[Able to close both when I sleep tonight]
My self, revitalized.
Steady, yet unstable -
Inhale. . . EXHALE.
About the Creator
Ma'Ryah
I am just another reflective perception of light, venturing through this dark continuum; life. Be effulgent until the #EnD despite how void it may appear! You could be guiding a lost soul from depths you may never know. #EnergyNeverDies
A Few Moments More
You’ll give it one more minute, and then you’re headed back inside. It’s pretty chilly out, after all. Not that that’s a real issue - you’ve stood out here for longer, and in colder weather. The snow is nearly gone already; tiny, dirt-stained islands of the stuff form a shrinking archipelago dotting the sea of green that is your backyard. Striations of sunlight dance through the trees at the edge of the woods and paint the scene in a camouflage of brown, green, and gold.
By Gabriel Huizenga5 days ago in Fiction
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