Occhiolism

 In a nutshell I was born and here I am.

I took all the punches still standing,

burrowed in the glory of the mountain and the desert that I call home. 

There is so much beauty around, you don’t have to look at me.

I will be gone with the clouds to higher lands. 

Still looking for truths that I may never find.

Learning about the world teachings that break my heart.

I shout at the sky, but no one hears. Forgive me if I am green eyed: she was betrayed by God’s love because she trusted you. Tell me, how could I?

You said it was fine. I am seeing it is not. 

But no one cares because there is nothing to care about: 

My story is but a grain in the hourglass of the history of the world. 

This planet is so wild and vast, there is so much beauty around.

Help me see 

so I don’t have to look at me.

Let’s keep loving while it lasts.