The Oblivion
Sometimes you have to get out of your element,
Capture that light,
That blur of motion when you stand inside and look out at the world,
Its just seconds that you have,
Those things placed so organized,
you make them crooked, its your way
The shadows, the leftovers, the sounds & the things yet there,
Only till they decide to dissappear again,
& you are left with just the memories.
