We need to see things
when we need to see them.
We become things when pushed far enough,
We stop keeping a record of things that captivat us,
When they are no longer new.
We ignore…
We move on…
We stop taking note…
We let the thing that captivated us,
Die with its glorious capture.
Then we wonder why our lives are full of shame,
Then we wonder why we are misunderstood,
Then we wonder why our lives are full of sad endings,
Then we wonder why we never find a bit of ourselves in anything filled with beauty and
In things that captivate anymore.