Negativity is the visitor of the weak.
Today’s bright show will be the Broken.
As the ruins rise and grope.
Seeing if the sun can burn together
What tired eyes fail to see
As dawn slipped in.
Again.
Who knows when it will find,
The end that must be there.
Interesting little views.
Beauty. Love. Evil.
I spent a moment on a couch.
And it was strange.
Alone.
When, as said, it would have been different.
I spent a moment on a phone.
And it was also strange.
Sorry.
And it couldn’t now have been any different.
Sweet moments.
How they change.
Us and Them.
