A Sparkling Glass
I always observe people and situations as an outsider, detached physically, mentally and emotionally. Now I am contemplating in explosions of heavy sounding beats and tranquil moments of solitude. I’m always misunderstood often inwardly guessing the cause, affecting my decisions, questioning my very intentions.
I am internally looking at a bigger magnificent mosaic, the mosaic of reminiscent dreams. This is a princess trapped in a sparkling glass, both full of life and lifeless in a given moment. Making a great picture made of many small delicate pieces. My world surrounding me devouring my spirit leaving a void, burdened. I am now stranded watching people walking pass thinking ones thoughts; waiting to be looked upon. I am a soft tender beauty with piercing words; flourishing by a single whisper.