If the clouds could whisper, upon thy cheek.
Etched memories of time reflect a rose tinted glare.
Shallow thought do quiver,
when storms brew with fear.
Chaos juggles north.
The mind glides east.
Voices heard, are twisted vines.
Restraining.
Restricting.
The third eye weeps.
These astral planes-
plead to be seen.
Chiselled sculptures-
cracked faces.
Crowded channels.
Fallen fragments-
of what was.
Occupied scenarios-
unsolicited control.
Foundations cracked.
Faded faces.
Fragmented times.
Hey,
lets call it day-
the heart has gone astray.
My minds made up –
these bridges are burnt-
no longer stable-
For you and I.
Hey,
Lets call it a day.
Baby-
I ain’t gonna lie.
This deal is done.
Hearts-
gone astray-
for you and I-
lets say our goodbyes-
and call it a day.
Uber travels, bumpy road. Air tinged with smoke. Nauseating aroma. Cars. Cars. Cars, homeward bound. Motion sickness creeps on in. Phone, typing, pot holes jagger on. Radio sound, white noise voices. Mainstream Radio overrated. Talk. Talk. Talk, nothing smart is said. Traffic light. Red arrow. Can not turn. Coffee sign, craving caffeine. Benches empty. Roads are full. Typing, typing. I have typed.
If we heard the world like we hear music, would we be so self absorbed? The sound of fear? ears would bleed. Screams echoing….echoing in ours speakers. Brainwashing. Repetition, constantly recycled, forever scrolling, moments blurry, missed memories forever haunting. Kindness? Barely. Self-entitled prima donnas. Hands over eyes, phones half way down our throats, choking, suffocating on these likes and hearts and everything in-between. We have been designed for this, slowly, slowly moulded to fit inside a square, always rated, always judged, right from when we were just bubs. If you don’t match? You’re outmatched. predisposition to failure. Human instinct out the window, failure will seep in.
TLEofCassie 