Small things,

Bring back memories.

Of innocent days, ...

It’s that time again,

When streets bustle,

Folks in costumes hustle, ...

Devoid of a modern device,

Unwaveringly he listens,

Without judgments or advice. ...

Only slices of me,

Can truly be seen.

Totality though, ...

I may appear cold,

To the naked eye.

But in reality, ...

Perhaps today,

I’ll dance with the lights.

Brightly glowing, ...

We spend our lives,

Searching for a place,

That feels safe. ...

Rusty, scratched,

Cloaked in time.

That is what remains, ...

Some days,

I need to stand alone.

Far from distractions, ...

It’s a milestone of a day.

To look back and reflect.

For the journey together made, ...

Perhaps it’s not,

The way I’ve thought.

My time’s purpose, ...

Heights are dizzying,

At times even scary.

But with head held high, ...

Things in life,

Naturally happen,

Without reasons why. ...

In younger times,

Being ridiculed,

Was hard to understand. ...

Different, yet alike.

Seemingly living together,

But alone, side by side. ...

A serene dawn,

Or an orange nightfall.

A strange moment in time, ...

Pretty adornments,

To camouflage ourselves,

Fade with time. ...

Dangling anxiously,

On a dry, greyish day.

Piled up words feel blocked. ...

At some points in life,

Old, obsolete ways,

Simply feel right. ...

Today I awakened,

To find a straight path,

In front of my door. ...