Written by Emily Harstone | February 26, 2018
He watches the world pass by.
So invisible, still waiting for green
Apart from the passing of time.
Collision, a factured reminiscence, of time
Love it
Standing still, basking in the neon blurs…
Thus, everything was at a standstill.
Newly blind, his imagination takes over.
In the blink of an eye
Inside she’s dying, life goes on.
Mom said, “Life moves too fast.”
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He watches the world pass by.
So invisible, still waiting for green
Apart from the passing of time.
Collision, a factured reminiscence, of time
Love it
Standing still, basking in the neon blurs…
Thus, everything was at a standstill.
Newly blind, his imagination takes over.
In the blink of an eye
Inside she’s dying, life goes on.
Mom said, “Life moves too fast.”