Step 1

 Its beautiful at times

Even if I don't believe.

I get in my own way.

 

The love and hate

The sane and sick

Its all a perfect balance.

 

Without one 

the other would cease to exist

And what kind of life is that.

 

Taken for granted

All this beauty before me

And focus on only the ugly.

 

My eyes a little more open now,

And through the slits

I can see.

 

As lights pours through my cornea

It reflects back to me

An image I have rarely seen.

 

I smile,

but cautiously.

 

Reviews

[Dave "Doc" Rogers]

I liked the wording and the descriptions, but it seems unfinished. There didn't seem to be anything that related back to the title or lead to the title. But, it does take the reader on a perspective journey. From that end, it was well done. Thanks for sharing this.

Cheers!
Doc.

[~crazy Beautiful~]

wow this is brilliant
i love every word
"My eyes a little more open now,

And through the slits

I can see."
nice writing

[Robert Wilson]

Beautiful. I love the way you ended it so subtly

[Robert Luna]

I liked this and the way it flowed. We see a world differently from time to time and gain a deeper appreciation for it and the wonderment it holds. I like that this left me with so many possible thoughts of what it could mean and how it effects me.


Great Job!!!!!