me and the ink

i am the person you thought you saw last week. don't worry about the difference in the two, you just have to remember that we are the difference in one another. even though the light mite be a container of shine, you could always be off when it shines in your eyes. diggin' in this dirt of life, takes gloves! a thorn or a bug always waits around the blind spot you never thought you mite have. you can never be sure why the world spins in the direction it does, but you can always be sure the way you will turn upon it. a pen creates the ink that could be similar to a defense mechanism in the deep blue sea..but trees are always good for breathing, falling, and becoming your headboard in this inevitable term we call sleep. awaking, my feet become the way of the seasons, quick to fall and swift to spring.