it's easier to see through the lens handmade for you.
details are crisp,
faces are recognizable,
words are legible,
and distances aren't so far away.
but try putting on the lens of one unlike yourself..
and the world morphs,
lines are blurred,
grey areas appear,
people speak in tongues you don't recognize,
and pure hearts turn into cold coals.
our eyes aren't use to looking into the world of another—
so we don't.
shut out the sense that can help make sense..
of the fact that we're all looking
at the same place,
the same people,
same words,
same world.
YOU ARE READING
meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
