Little Things

If you are what you see, and the world is nothing but what you feel

            just maybe

You won’t ever feel the sky stare into your eye and see

            what you see for the first

                        time. Or may be someone

who carries it on their shoulders,

            performs it in their mind every time you stare at a tree and feel

                        absolutely nothing

But dare you forget what you saw. Be pulled and thrusted by its weight on your blades.

As you tread the world where trees are buildings and buildings clouds,

where skies are canvases and nothing

            means anything.

Right?

If you are in the same game played

already by the same people understood

already by the same nobody except

            those who have already lost.

            What?

            Losers losing

                        the epitome of

                        humanity.

Reality is a montage of

            aesthetic      little       things.

pieced together to make feeling that beauty now im possible.

Yet I watch,

the game made to watch

            people burn to win

                        to find they have won everything

            but only,

only at the cost of unseeing.

Then, maybe you’ll want to know:

what is the difference?

What Is the difference between the world in Your Eyes and this.

So, scrape out those restlessly resting eyeballs

            in those soft pits. Gently

            remove them,

                        just to Project

                        your Illusion onto

            My illusion onto

Theirs.

Just to make us unsee.