her vision of the world begins to blur

this is the web coating my vision, a black vein-like substance.

lately the world is much brighter when my eyes are closed.



every time I open them a grey ribbon seeps into my body,
and wraps itself around my soul...constricting it.



and I ask myself: why then, should I bother to open them at all?

try to not

hold onto moments in time.
let them slip gracefully through your fingers
as you walk forward.

maybe if you're lucky
a breeze will come along and gently lift them back up
to swirl languidly before your eyes one last time.

"The great enemy of the truth is very often
not the lie - deliberate, contrived and
dishonest - but the myth, persistent,
persuasive and unrealistic".

- John F. Kennedy

overwhelming

melancholy
posseses me
now
for days