In a culture of simplicity
Reserved and spare in style
The simplest line
Or gesture slight
To the eye must seem ornate
Reserved and spare in style
The simplest line
Or gesture slight
To the eye must seem ornate
Sometimes
It’s difficult to tell
Which is which
Until I try to open them
The vivid ones
Of course
Neons and electrics
Brash and confrontational
The crazy-ass kind
I never knew existed
Never thought could exist
I paused. Reflected. Then, “have you ever known something to be true, absolutely true, even though there was no way you could know it to be true, because there was no reason to think it was true? Something you can’t explain to anyone else, even explain to yourself?”
I love most the roads
Which take sudden turns
When I see too far ahead
There is nothing
More beautiful
Than a moment shared