Been a while .. hi.
Perfection in the distance underneath a haze,
& as each step would apparently bring it closer,
it gets no clearer.
Quarantine yourself with the view,
& don't forget a pen,
for within loneliness comes a price of height.
A symbol isn't an actuality,
it is simply that ..
Don't give it more value than it's worth,
Headed for a cliff,
& in the distance,
underneath that so familiar haze,
is the unfamiliar.
Speak louder because the wind as I fall is deafening.
A price of height paid with words,
You hear the coins clamour with each letter written,
but nothing is ever gained.
After those words and clamour,
closer & clearer are not a symbol,
but now translucent & an actuality.
See now the familiar & unfamiliar at once,
perfection is a symbol for imperfection.
Current Location: in a chair.
Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Careful - Paramore