The tall dark slender shadows
The contrast between deep and shallow
Chirping crickets, death’s silence
Remind me that never shall I be in your presence
Maybe in the afterlife……
The tiny little silverlings that line the sky
The breeze on clear nights, the air so dry
The depth, the distance between
Is our past, present and future in one dream.
But maybe one day…….
Bright and yet so simple
Blue skies, a scene so humble
Nature, the confusion within.
You and I, the space in-between
So maybe NEVER.
“The struggle for identity, the search for acceptance, Is it selfish? Does it make us any less of who we really are?” -Unknown-
“The yams is the power that be. -Kendrick Lamar-