Perception || Poem 14

Eleven

Void/Xey

Theme: philosophy, probably

Time: over a day because distraction

Vent?: no for once 🥹/🥺

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When you close your eyes, what do you see?

Shapes? Colours? Lights?

Skyscrapers standing tall

The vast and endless nights?

Prehaps your life feels like a dream

When you’re watching from behind

Not really thinking, going through the motions

Feeling distanced from mankind

On better days, you may be very aware

Observent, present, alive

Your thoughts coherent, helpful even

constantly buzzing like a hive

So close your eyes again

Tell me what you see.

Spill your personality to a stranger

Because the better days are coming

I can guarantee

Just hold on that little bit longer

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Authors notes

On todays episode of the author questioning reality, we have this trainwreck! Nah but I really wasn’t working yesterday- a lot of you may know I go 1800’s formal when I’m stressed or tired

and by 1800’s formal I mean “greetings! How may you be?” It’s a habit I’m not sure how I picked up but eh

Yeah so this poem exists now. Anyway I’m hungry so I’m gonna go wait for 12 so I can make a toastie / grilled sandwich. Whatever you call it