Silhouette senses

Life is a patient mystery.

We can only imagine the sleepless chaos it contains;

a barefoot perfection

standing right next
to an unexpected recklessness.

Years spent in the self-defeat we have come to love.

But time brings promises of change

just as well

as change brings promises of time.

Perfection is promised,

but insecurity creeps in

before the door can be shut.

And while the soft, soulful smiles

are always prominent,

the senses dull to a soft throb.

And we are reduced

to nothing more

than silhouettes of the night.