Wandering these eccentric streets,
I clamour through seas oblivious.
Trudging through crowds preposterous, as vehicles clamber by - horn to horn, mirror to mirror.
Relentless. Unforgiving. Unperturbed by surroundings…
Relentless. Unforgiving. Unperturbed by surroundings…
Simply set on reaching destinations.
In the eye of the storm…
There I stand.
Unnoticed. Unrecognized. Insignificant.
I shall crawl with direction, rather than fly without destination.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath…and embrace the unfamiliar.
Lead the way, and I shall crawl. But if allowed I may be, let me fly.
-AfterTim-
There I stand.
Unnoticed. Unrecognized. Insignificant.
I shall crawl with direction, rather than fly without destination.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath…and embrace the unfamiliar.
Lead the way, and I shall crawl. But if allowed I may be, let me fly.
-AfterTim-
I like the flow of kinaesthetic energy here. From slow, heavy trudging, to a full stop in the middle of a vortex, and then a determined crawl towards change, to final winged escapism. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteI have never heard of the word kinaesthetic, thanks for the English lesson today. You seem to able to read so much more in a piece than meets the eye.
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