Today.

The sky was pale, and huge flakes of snow floated to the ground. The flakes were so large it felt as if the heavens had shattered into an infinite amount of pure nothing. 

Today, the air doesn’t feel right… 

Strangely, out of nowhere, nothing feels familiar, and it’s as if everything prior to this moment had been a dream. A haze of blinders, and filters, to soften the pain we didn’t dare acknowledge in the first place… it could just be that we simply haven’t felt the impact of those changes yet, pain or otherwise.

Maybe it’s my fault for constantly romanticizing the unknown, and the mystery of what tends to lead to disappointment.   

disappointment.

disappointment.

disappointment.

At times like this, I wish I could shatter like the sky and dissolve as the soft snow does. Peacefully evaporating as I hold hands with painful mistakes, and wasted time. 

Today… something is off…

I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, it’s simply different. Indescribably strange. Somehow grim and lovely at the same time. A shattered lens made into a beautiful piece of art, consistently changing with time, and adapting with the heart it was created in.  

Perhaps that’s all it is: a change of perspective. 

A shift in the tides that exist within ourselves.

Today, my sight has altered, but that doesn’t mean the same reality exists for you… maybe it’s just another day of you living as you have been, and perhaps you can’t see my perspective. 

I keep finding myself eager to finish a day and have a fresh start with the sunrise, but it’s rare for me to feel it so intensely. I wish I could stop wishing for tomorrow, and instead just become content with the day, the moment that I am so vividly alive in.

Still, I wonder what the sunrise will bring with it.