A E S T H E T I C

You are the breath between my verses the pause between my steps my hollow stares and the curl of my lips before my actual smile You are the standby after every if and but the thin line between untold truth and lies my unremembered dreams and the goosebumps I get at crowded places You are my unwitnessed cries the other side of the coin my prayers, those aren't for me and all those situations where I wasn't hopeless You are the wide emptiness before embrace the shade of trees during the season of fall my footprints on the sand before the waves washes them away and the void in darkness You are the light I see by my closed eyes the tornado that destroyed none my resistant shivers and the dead end where it all started