Harmony

This really doesn't make sense cause today I decided I wanted a bit of disorder. I start alot of things, thinking it's gonna be something, usually it just ends up being a few lines of nothing. But I figure you throw a few things that are seemingly nothing, and you might just end up with something.

The reflections of my words form a shadow.
Loving something or someone isn’t hard.
I don’t make promises.
I like to pretend that I’m someone bigger, a part of something bigger than the words I spin or the mistakes I make.
Fuzzy around the edges, tinged in memories that are fading behind my eyes.
But there is more in this world than what you love, important things.
A crinkly smile made me stop today and a laugh made the world a little smaller.
A recognition, falling with the second hand.
What does f10 do anyways?
And when I close my eyes, you’re all that’s left of the world.
The remnants of a crimson pillar fill the air, seen only through the filtered lights of day and I breathe, just a little easier.
Loving is easy, it’s gravity at work.
Sometimes I just nod my head, mostly I just lie.
Her presence floated around you like rings of smoke, seeping inside of your body, taking from you what you could never really give.Your life.
To write is to live forever.
And so it becomes not a question of what you deserve in this world, but what the world deserves of you.
It coats my insides, making up the parts of me ill never see.
No, she was a diosa, and a breathtaking one at that.
Life becomes a question, and you in turn become the answer.
I like to think I’m touching more than just this dirty keyboard.

- Yasietha