Dec 24, 2020


Doing nothing is the art,

of going into the deepest part of yourself.

And simply let it go.

It is the achievement of depth,

and desires.

In flux, rotating through the microcosm

of the 21st century.

Middling eyes and trembling hands,

co-exist in futures;

not yet explored.

Nor conquered,

merely contemplated

in Darkness.

Scribbling with air pencils,

random thoughts screaming

like arrows through night skies.

Within and without.

Clinging onto false idols,

of fame, greed and larceny.

We sit on hillsides

with our dreams and hopes,

crumbling as the sun goes down.

Holding hands

in Disbelief.