Passive Eyes

Take this day.
I can't tell the sky from the clouds.
Green is just green.
My heart is upside down.
The air feels my skin.
It quickly recedes.
I sit.
I think.
I let myself see.
Passive eyes.
They take it all in.
As indifferent and blank as this strange lack of wind.

Her eyes are soft.
Her mind intense.
She simply waits.
For the outside to come in.
Aware of sensations.
Yet focused on none.
Her view is a grand tapestry tied on each end.
That same tapestry.
Present through fear and through joy.
That same old image.
Always changing but ever so much the same.

Something has been lost.
Forgotten for sure.
But if she knew what it was.
She wouldn't be here.
Simple.
Vague.
Lacking of wit.
Just free.
Just alive.
Living in light.
Subtle faded light that reflects the green.
Is what keeps her alive so she doesn't close her eyes.

Existence is now a simple choice.
A choice to see.
Or close her eyes.
A choice to hear.
Or a choice to hide.
A choice whose answer remains the same.

Self secluded.
She looks to the sky.
The moon appears instantly.
Heat lightning kisses her eyes.
She looks up again.
It is almost gone.
Watch it fade.
Watch it.
Gone.
Make an appearance.
And now she's alone.