Poetry

Eyes

I look outside the window, the breeze blowing through the trees, gentle as a water droplets on a leave.

If only the world was so simple, I can’t help but wonder. What would it feel like to be those trees, soothed by the breezes whisper.

In my perfect world, people can read my mind. See when I’m not happy or sad.

In my eyes, the world is just a complete hallucination; selling us tickets to anxiety and stress.

So i walk and pretend im in lala land walking on candy bathing in milk. Becoming like those trees feeling the breeze soothing their souls on a hot Thursday afternoon

If only you could see through my eyes…

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