Post by shadow6290 on Dec 31, 2016 0:49:46 GMT -5
Nervously he clings to himself.
Staring intently at the grey scale painted skies outside the window pane.
Jostling with the twists and turns of the bus's weaving path back home.
Back to a box of boxes boxed into a rectangular concrete corner, and sealed away again.
The subtle smile he's been wearing hung up above the doorway.
Alone again, with the familiar whispers of the friends inside his head.
Alone again where nothing can be hidden under the sibilance of the turning days.
Is this real?
Or just the shadow of what used to be alive?
Though these words compiled on the page, readable and pixelated, are they even worth the power needed to make them appear again?
Could anyone identify with them or even understand where they've drifted from?
This current will cease its flow long after these words fade into the ambient voices surrounding, overcome and overwhelmed.
How can one shine brighter than the rest when over shone by surrounding brilliance?
Staring intently at the grey scale painted skies outside the window pane.
Jostling with the twists and turns of the bus's weaving path back home.
Back to a box of boxes boxed into a rectangular concrete corner, and sealed away again.
The subtle smile he's been wearing hung up above the doorway.
Alone again, with the familiar whispers of the friends inside his head.
Alone again where nothing can be hidden under the sibilance of the turning days.
Is this real?
Or just the shadow of what used to be alive?
Though these words compiled on the page, readable and pixelated, are they even worth the power needed to make them appear again?
Could anyone identify with them or even understand where they've drifted from?
This current will cease its flow long after these words fade into the ambient voices surrounding, overcome and overwhelmed.
How can one shine brighter than the rest when over shone by surrounding brilliance?