My Senses

i am writing
i don't know what
I'm trying to get an idea through my mind
but with a blank end, i am lost

i am looking at my hands
trying to read the future that has been constructed on my palms
but with much difficulty
i see nothing but lines
lines that overshadow other lines
therefore making my future so hard to define

i am seeing with my eyes
but my thoughts have taken me elsewhere
to places, however in reality, its not there
i am trying not to stare
but its when i don't see clearly that my heart truly cares.

the images i see, have become so pixelated
that there are no words that can be stated
when i touch, i feel it initially from my fingertips
so when i click, i know for sure, its just overrated.

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