Day 14
11.03.2014
Topic: Sightless skywriter
Blinded by the light
He frantically try to reach beneath himself
With his hands holding the ground
With a firm grip
While the rest of him floats to the sky
he tries to consolidate with his mindframe
Grinding his thoughts around what’s beautiful
So he can write an epyllia to the sky
Words of beauty awaits around the corner
Waiting for him to rise
to the next steps of the ladder
But his paper stays blank
As he refuses to let go of the ground
Too connected to his past
Too connected to his surroundings
His vision blurs
And depression stirs in his emotion center
No sight of what he wants to see
No will to dip over the horizon
He still holds the pen with his toungue
Muted
Silent solitude
He can barely touch the sky with his feet
All he sees is the ground
Dirty, filthy seeds of lost hope
Swirls in front of his eyes
Dries up his final tears
As he still refuses to let go
MesAyah 
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