Closed eyes
Closing my eyes,
I see blackness,
Throwing away its hidden colours,
Creating huge skies,
Of imaginary happiness,
Wanting me to keep them there,
Because I know,
When I open them,
I’m exposed to a line up of lies,
And failed tries,
And unwanted goodbyes,
That ensues only uncalled cries.
Blissfully Gratified
I see green pastures, flowing as far as the eye can see. Blue skies, woven with steamy white clouds. The sun peaks through the horizon, blinding me with it's dreamy loveliness.
I can't breathe, for fear of it disapearing in a single breath.
I gaze out, unaware of everything else.
In future people will be buying grams of oxygen air from supermarkets, through my imagination there are a many types of air polutions that exists in the current world, also unplanned deforestation that happens always arround different parts of the world, the need for cleaner air is getting more expensive.