i can see the real shapes

some pieces really stand out
some days
some memories
of some days

some words
that float in the air
some thoughts that need to be colored
some worries
to be bound and put away

a peace comes through me
and i can see clearly
for a few seconds
i can see the real shapes
that things are made of
it's like a white fog
a white blinding fog
clearing from your eyes
but just for a few seconds

there are so few pieces
but they make so many shapes

i have yet to speak
i have yet to say
and i have yet to begin

some pieces really stand out
some days
some memories
of some days
and the rest is a blurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr