illusions... of the eye or was that mind
We tend to look out the window, from time to time, through that foggy haze of heavy breathing. We skip a second of awareness only to regain the notion it was us that made this unclarity. Blame it on that hasty heart or the fleeting excitement of hope that you yearn for. That elevated state only comes when something you pushed out is trying to squeeze back in. You feel it yet you don't understand it. You see it in your head as images from a fluttering daydream. You hear those words chime musically to your ears only to shatter its tune with the awkward discord and turmoils of life. Then once again you're here... here to regain that composure. You're focus once again at the undeveloped scene in front of you. In your realization, a hand raises before you to smile. It's happiness radiates in front of you only for that moment before condensation is no more.