Amicable Envisioning

I see, so as unseen, the weight of the world that lingers beneath me.

With the lessened efficiency of a mere static discreet, I am lost in between the two worlds of which our eyes were last to meet.

Under the quietness and the pain of the obliterated publicity, I am left shattered where there was once an attempt to reach.

Vague cues and kind regards aren’t always for me, and I hate to be reading into the nonsense of a muted tendency.

Your hands had left me, as so as your belief. Yet again, stuck chasing at the things not meant for me.

The pessimism in optimism and fueled make believe of being complete had found me, and I, left clinging onto irrationality.

Not once, not twice, I left the scene seeing; That the weight of the world had caved in within me, under me, around me.

The totality of pessimism in optimism, rose colored lenses and that longing to make believe the complete. I gave up the urge.

These things aren’t meant for me, nor will they ever be.

Alexis Penhorwood | Building Blocks | 06.19.22