Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Things always seem perfect from way below,
yet amidst the clouds lies your world
scattered like a tattered cloth.
A mere canvas,
miserably hiding cuts and nightmares stitched away.
Look at the haphazard stitching.
as the colours and emotions of you are stitched as one,
the map of your world dances across your retina
portraying images of magic and splendour.
that silently stole the breath of a stranger
who gazed into your eyes today.