at the end of the day all we have is who we are

Elemental figures pave the surrounding structure; overpowering its centre. Shadows move along the ragged sea. With each breath a new life forms. Handprints graze the coiled wires. The unexpected only a metres distance from the burden brought by feuds. The smudge marked smiles painting the afternoon silence. Wicked weather washes the heavy hangover of emotions. Salience simmers the inner beauty covered with the fear of not belonging to this puzzle. You're not the missing piece beneath this atmosphere; but a mirror image of its past. How does it feel knowing that you only exist inside that noggin. With the way the metal diaries incase our inner thoughts, does our brain belong to us or to all of them? The notion that if we are what we eat we become worthless. But if we don't become the change that the world needs; will it all be a waste of the world's greatness? To bring us right on the earth beneath our feet.

It is questionable to think that we are needed, in a world that would work better if we weren't here. A daisies petals lay across the garden, clouds shaping all our memories with grey. The light shadows the skin a gracious golden glow with fresh red berries. Freckles coat the wiser not the age. Blue rivers in their eyes big enough to swim in. Dreams like these you rarely come across this often; but when you do make sure you write it down. Because a moment so simplistic gets away from us, and when you need it most it takes the train downtown.