Saturday, 22 February 2014 @ 21:49 0 stares
I traverse continents of complexities
in search for answers
steadfast ones with on-point accuracy
to swallow my queries,
but they don't exist;
and my search persists.
In a perfect world,
people of various colours embrace,
exchanging hugs
instead of ammunition.
In a perfect world,
kisses heal wounds, not stitches.
And friends don't lodge knives
in one another's backs.
But the world isn't perfect
Not for an ephemeral second
Not even when I close my eyes
And slip into a moment of transient bliss and quiet.