It All Dissipates....
sometimes it’s strange finding beauty in ordinary things i want to take a picture keep it within range keep it in a time freeze Sometimes it’s 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 don’t have a sword And you can’t seem to switch lanes It’s hard to determine which is which Black quartz Or is it an obsidian witch Can’t tell which side I’m fighting for Isn’t 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.