The difference in perspectives captivates me. After all, how can you not be amazed that a simple object can vary so greatly just based on the view you take? What looks flush and level from a head-on view could be a series of pieces, held out from one central location, stemming out to create an illusion. Only from a side view can you see the green stilts that extend to support the beauty it’s showing the world. Rarely do we take the time to look at people from all angles, to see what it takes from them to let their beauty show.
The Matrix to My Umbel
I fumble
but I know nothing about football.
I stumble
as if I never learned to walk.
I mumble
reassurances under my breath.
I jumble
my words when I want to be serious.
I tumble
when I fall like it was intentional.
I humble
myself to finally accepting.
I crumble
all of the parts I’m shedding.
I chumble
myself free of these shackles.
Madeline May I... 