24 August 2012
Hear the chilling pierce of a child's scream in the streets below.
Hear the muted commotion as they steal the narcotics you swore to forgo.
They took it all and though I am not here,
I will never leave this sky,
I am the overlooked and understated,
I am the pavement cracks of the place you know,
The bittersweet memory of a place called home,
The paint stains on a paintbrush that make it your own,
I am where you look and I will never leave.
For I am infinite, plain for you to see.
Infinite • Opuss № I