It'll be Alright.

Like I’ve never been in love
Or as if the world hadn’t had light shown upon it till now
That way light blurs, unfocused camera lenses
Or words taken away, as if language had never yet been spoken.

Caught in a strange net
No hope of going back,
In between that time when life is choices, till it’s responsibilities
Looking into a mirror, in which world displays another terrestria.

I can’t see you now.
You’re like a brine brushed painting.
Lost in the milky tides,
Will you come up again?

It’s been a long time since I’ve written poetry;
Feel the colors bubbling up again.