onnothingandeverything:

paperclipped past,
pale leaves
flapping
in unsheltered breezes
life’s rhythm 
held between 
ink-smudged prints
      stories written
        into skin
and humbled metallic
curves coloured yellow
help to remember better days
when
     lives were less think, more feel
     steps fell feather light
     imaginary didn’t mean unreal
     and life was black and white
instead of all these heavy
painfully concrete
shades of gray
that border lines on
blank pages
demanding conviction
in confessions
imprisoned
by social convention,
meaningful moments
deconstructed
analysed
reconstructed
and collated
in abstract 
pixels on paper
held by
autobiographical hands,
      a journey.
relaxation and distraction
coaxes release
from a tight grip
and existence
     is scattered 
               across
empty streets,
wind teasing narration 
down new roads,
       around
unfamiliar
       corners
until
an uncertain 
end.