shadows

the vision cant be put to words
what is this feeling
restlessness?
the dissatisfaction of complacency?
trapped in luke warm mediocrity
yearning for
for?



tilt your head back
feel the breeze comb through your hair
its beautiful
but empty
be here with me now
half knowingly stumbling into regret
each time more careless than the last
moments turn to minutes turn to hours turns to something unforgivable
youre here with me now
but its still
empty