Splash

So attached to this camera I might even get it a tattoo of my name, having a bond with just a lens and microphone. Visuals taking memories further than the dove in the sky, six by nine turned into a future to pursue. We’re walking tall sky scrapping tickling rivals who claim to be worth more. Dreams taking longer than what we anticipated, we’re at the door visualising what’s inside hoping our seats are still reserved  for us, unbothered if they aren’t, we’re in the centre of the ocean splashing trying to make our own waves.

We’re living outside the box with boxed in dealings and worn out feelings. It’s crazy how we bedazzle our own thoughts lying about a future unknown. With our poor eyesight we can’t even see who sits on our thrown.