Gia Raquel

I see bruises on my knees,

And think of beauty.

The faded contrast of,

Purple skies and a child’s hands,

Holding the infinities,

I’ve been chasing for far too long.

I wonder if we invented suffering.

Our emotions swirling heroically,

Through our minds,

Thinking too wildly and passionately,

For life to translate it correctly.

I lack the understanding of,

The sane look in their eyes.

Because life is a constancy of epiphanies.

Yet my realizations,

Make me blind,

And a bit too careless.

I crumple my papers,

Feeling a deep nostalgia for all that is not tangible,

Letting only a few flares for help escape.