I hate this part right here

I'd like to blindfold myself.

So I could feel how beautiful everything truly is. The bark of an oak tree standing tall for a hundred over years, feeling the rain as it thrusts like needles to the ground, the tremble of vibrations as people walk by, the thumping of a heart as it beats life to every inch of a body, drawing mental pictures of faces you've felt imagining the beauty that lies beneath the core of your palms.

For one day I'd like to walk with my eyes closed.
So I don't have to look at anything and everyone in the face and watch their lies burn their lives black while I pretend to try and see golden silk streaks in their almost hollow fixated souls.

Cause truly, the world stands still as it watches us turn to transparencies before we one day disappear only in to the unreachable invisible.


D.