a little bump in the right direction
a different direction
to see that maybe things were never the way i saw them.
our own eyes and what they've seen are trivial when you think of the land they have the potential to behold.
were you ever really there?
have you ever felt that? i'm asking you. have you ever felt that something so influential, so permanent, was maybe just a mirage that teased your brain for the last year? is it the changes that make it feel this way? or is it your realization that maybe you cared more all along; maybe you gave the mirage so much time and validity and effort that it started to become a dream, then slowly a reality? all this inception-type shit up in your own head...
add this to the list of things i'll never know.
opened eyes and now the potential of all things is opening up, however, perhaps.
when it rains it pours.
try to let go of one and streams of others flow in through your windows
but the problem is
the first one broke through the door and left the lock busted
so even after they leave
it keeps swinging
so you can't ever really keep your focus off that goddamn door.
but the windows are open.
and the fucking curtains are blowing in the breeze.