my hair flows in the wind, and i squint in the sunlight. it's not because i am afraid of what i might see. no, im really afraid of what i might miss. but more often than not, i see disaster and close my eyes to remember the beauty and calm. nothing worth it was created without turbulence. and nothing destroyed was never once loved by at least someone or something. it's the little things that pass by unnoticed that really gets to me. and the bigger things that are taken for granted as monotonous, that makes me want to scream out to the rest of the world.
numb. it's all we are. as if we refuse to see simplicity as something so profound. simplicity and complexity are lost within numbers and repetition. would you know if something special were there if you saw it everyday? i wonder sometimes why we get lost within our own world. as if we subconsciously try not to notice the greatness that surrounds us constantly.
every thing is an opportunity and a new path untraveled. every breath is a new moment to change what is familiar. eyes blink at amazing speed, and i sometimes want all the time spent looking at my eyelids back, as if i might have missed something spectacular.
its all relativity and being able to look at the world around us, instead of through it.