It takes up the full screen to get attention, read, either online or from newspapers, not remembering anything after finishing it.
Writing, a way to fondle memories with creative muses, could be misleading after all...
The world changes without us.
The air, invisible, sneaks in without keys, placing its nose on droplets of coffee left on the morning paper.
A king, stands there watching, too fed up to act.
Emotions throw rocks on time wheels, bewildered, disappointed, and sad.
Blame the king for everything?
Hard to breathe,
Open the window, the scent of cut grass dances, fresh and cool.
Solace of silence,
We’re not kings.
The earth rotates on circus wheels, but
we are the makings of ourselves.
It’s time to let time speak!