I wipe the coal out of my eyes and let the light in.
Look to the sky as I'm inviting the sunshine, the lightning, the rainfall, the downpour
of snow and how it whitens the whole ground and somehow that brightens my whole day.
Run away, no way, come right in. I'm one with all the elements, the benefits of right in
is I can remain here but go there. I'm flying, I'm falling, the parachute just opened. Look,
I'm gliding, arriving, thoughts heightened to the point I feel a slight wind. Goosebumps appear,
you see them clearly on my light skin. Letters begin swarming, words forming, take shape without
a warning. I can feel my palms warming, it's happening again. All that I'm imagining is
transferring onto this palette as I scratch it with a pen, the first facet of a gem. The
corresponding scriptures start matching at the ends and sound alike. My sound bites are at a 10.
The tone in my headphones have grown to a frequency unknown. Some of us call it the zone.
Every instrument is on their own but not alone. It's like we rent separate apartments in a
harmonious home. All I see is sounds, all I hear is colors, all I feel is nothing. It's a numbness
like no other. Time is non -existent like forever in a moment. Wish this moment was forever but it's
forever been just moments. I'm staring at a canvas that was once blank. Contemplate if this was read
aloud and what would one think? How would they perceive it? Will everyone receive it in the
light that I intended? Comprehending every meaning or will they just breeze through it
like a gentle summer evening? Is this even worth leaving my easel? I flip the sheet and there's a
brand new canvas waiting for me. How convenient. It's eyebrow raising how I scrap a Mona Lisa.
All I see is sounds, all I hear is colors,
all I feel is nothing. It's a numbness like no other. The beauties and the flaws.
All I see is sounds, all I hear is colors, all I feel is nothing. It's a numbness like no other.
