I'm screaming silently for your attention, but your eyes don't hear me.
I'm trying to get you to understand, but your ears are clueless.
I'm reaching out for you, but all I feel is solid air.
I'm opening my eyes for you, but your skin is not here.
Do you ever feel backwards? Its as if something is missing but your legs can't seem to grasp it. Maybe you are trying to touch something with your eyes, while speaking with your fingertips. Or smell something with your ears and taste something with your toes. Sometimes we all have off days. Nothing seems to go right and you spend the whole 1440 minutes trying to figure it out. I believe these days are one of our best days. Our mind is so out of place, that it allows us to some how vision ourselves in a world where the things we are actually messing up on are instantly correct. You walk barefoot with your brain and hold your feet up high. In this world, things trade places.
In the simple yet abstract poem above, one might think it is about a person. A person, whom I am yearning for, but can't seem to reach. Others who's minds are deep as the ocean, might feel a since of alienation in the poem. Maybe I'm out of place and objects around me are beyond my league. Perhaps it’s not something that has matter and takes up space. It could be a thought that is not valid. Or maybe it's something that only I can understand. I'm the only one in this fictional world. While I am opening my eyes for you...try closing yours.
