I sometimes feel,
If everyone in the world and my own thoughts were to leave me alone
for a day or for an eternity,
I would lie down and
think of the moment where I am floating
on my back, looking at the sky above,
remembering some scattered pieces of a fever dream
where everything felt possible and impossible,
and everything felt alive.
I would learn everything and nothing about the world,
from texts to art,
for nobody can learn all about it.
Yet I would try and try until I can no more.
I would soak up the nature and the sunlight,
listen to the music and watch the powerful yet quiet beauty of this world.
And as I wake up and open my eyes to a new day,
I feel like I would do those things someday,
And that feels enough for now.
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Beyond the Haze
RandomA collection of journal poetry. The haze of my thoughts often prevent me from living in the moment, and these are some of them.