Writing by an Old Soul

Read this and none of your problems disappear Take your coffee however you like, with or without garnish or better yet, take tea. Don’t ask impossible shapes of clouds. The whole allure of watching was born in me when I was young, always new to a place; I could see more clearly detached and through a camera lens. I wore layers of green today and I think it was a bid for dressing for the job I want. I want to sink into the forest floor. The woman in the book wore green and she was beautiful with perfect eyes like the sea. Mine are mossy at best and I look like a ragamuffin in mixed layers. Experiencing the rain at night when you can’t see or hear or feel clearly is a gift of perception which is ironic as senses are taken away to receive it.