“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt”
Everything was so simple, and spoons in morning coffee mugs stirred with purpose.
Everything was calm and we could hear the breathing of the trees.
The buildings were looked at with ancient eyes, and loved by every beating heart.
The pan of mirrors facing one another didn’t scare us away, but drew us in.
And we focused on the beauty, because it was what we saw.
And now we’re poised on pedestals.
Carefully sitting in seats so fragile, so proud of your noble accomplishments.
You had invested in a new set of china,
Which really didn’t make you smile, but instead made the visitors to your home envy your ability to appear so put together.
Everything was beautiful, and we handled the concept of feeling.
We immersed ourselves within thoughts of the wind, instead of thoughts of green paper in our pockets.
We were sure of the sunset, and felt free.
But today it’s different.
We wake up and feel scared.
And we used to be souls with a body attached.
Skin that fell effortlessly onto our bones.
But now were bodies without a soul.
Dry skin yearning to be kissed by someone that cared,
And bones that are tired.
Today it’s prompt phone calls to the relatives you never liked.
Its skipping breakfast, and polluting the air.
Cheating, and lying and convincing yourself it’s just fine that you’ve really forgotten how to smile.
When will it be how it was ?
Do the years which are meant to come promise simplicity and beauty ?
Do they express concern over what the sun has to say ?
We can no longer live this way.
We need to feel alive again.
