it is limitless.

 

a daunting white that bleeds through my vision

like a veil casted over my eyes, 

not so much translucent but opaque.

 

and like the images i catch a glimpse of in this world,

the things that make my heart waver

like so

 

are limitless in and of themselves.

 

if i could pull out the individual features from that white,

take it all and line them one by one,

there would be so many like that of the stars,

that my eyes would glaze over in a daze.

 

under a summer's heat,

we think of nothing but the weather.

and under the guise of sleet,

there is nothing but the squelch of water in our boots.

 

so like the way our minds close off when senses are too much,

this is how much i am inspired.

 

a limitless account

of just how much makes my heart waver

like so.