I Waded

I was alone but oh not completely. The trees and sunshine with their magnified marvels spoke to every bone in my body. I waded in shallow ends because everyone else chose the deep end. Too late? Too little time passes by each day when you're bored out of your mind.

Have you ever been bored out of someone else's mind? Nope, of course not. So why should I even admit to wanting to stand side by side with malcontents? In the clear, calm water I see my face. It displays the horrors and simplicities of the world. It is my friend. My amigo.

Hello! How are you? It asks me. I am fine and dandy. I reply then dive head first into a group of middle aged scuba divers.

Maybe The Sky

What it all is I cannot say. Maybe the sky is not blue but a mere shade of fuschia. My hands, they are the ones that allow me to create whatever finality comes to mind. Last time I noticed something vague hanging out the window. Looked to be a withered face; possibly an older gentleman.

What do you see when you stare into your own reflection? Is it negative? Is it positive? Does it compliment your personality and fame? It should.