3 triggers.
1 week.
There is no warning. No sign.
Bar one.
The world shimmers. Words fade.
If you blink it should come into focus.
It doesn't.
This is your only warning. A neon sign you cannot read.
It is your own fault.
You turned on these lights. Yet you cannot turn them off.
How can you speed up when you are forced to slow down?
You can not escape the status quo.
YOU ARE READING
Simply Complex
PoetryLines, poetry and short stories. Sometimes stories write themselves. Generated by a single emotion, thought or song. Perhaps we can all relate to the clarity found in words. You can define that which is written down.
