It All Dissipates....

sometimes itās strange finding beauty in ordinary things i want to take a picture keep it within range keep it in a time freeze Sometimes itās hard Learning to let things go Things that spoke to you so loud In the softest whisper though. Some things drift away Snowflakes While others pile in heaps on your conscience At night they keep you awake. Some things are easy to remember Red veins Until it matters and you donāt have a sword And you canāt seem to switch lanes Itās hard to determine which is which Black quartz Or is it an obsidian witch Canāt tell which side Iām fighting for Isnāt it strange how it all seems so complicated Puzzle pieces Until you flip it the right way instead And it all seems so much less And it all dissipates, the stress.