(It's been a while sense I've wrote poem, tell me what you think.)
Walking
Woke up when the sky was still night, blinded by the lights that illuminate my room at night, still searching for my inspiration, and try my best to be honest in life.
Knowing that I have a lot to look forward to, when close my eyes like the eclipse that shines when the moon moves in between the earth and sun, but for me the sun is in between the world that I live in and the moon that I hope to see reflect off the ocean.
Which sometimes makes me still look up unsure if I'll be unblinded by the sun, at the same time I'm so blind by the words I hope to comfort, just to end up typing without feeling, like a blind man that try to feel without ever touching.
I try my best to get in touch with all who is close to me, just to end getting burned by the radiation of the sun just to keep going.
When I walk outside and though out the day doing daily chores like that rock man named snittle off of cowder, we don't love it but we just try to enjoy it, hoping to find something we are not sure to find, just to understand that the farer we walk the more cautious we have to be.
So next time I'll just wear a coat of sunscreen just hope I don't end up getting burned by the sun too much, but the burns I might receive would always be worth it.
As long as I get to see the sun from day to day, and look at the midnight stars from night to night, and spend it with my curiousness and my own view of the world as well as seeing other people's point of view on how they see the sun, earth and moon.
And just try to understand and enjoy the view.
- The shoes with no shoe strings.