- temporary times.

in the staring
light of everything
surrounded
I'm in it  -
without taking
part
of being faint
or fair
present,
just illuminating
the abscense
of being in it
only in the
moments
when nothing really
happens

screening; my apprehension about never getting (c)old even though I'm a product of waiting & aknowledging the deaths in life, I'm a slow pedestrian at the path of predestination, thriving in peculiar trenches

edit: and I never get tired of it, my faith and beliefs lives in a banana cup.