Blue Shirt

As I sat by the window
my eyes glanced out
the view was nothing new
but I was glued to the scenery
The puffy clouds floated by
as the blue shirt danced to their rhythm
I suddenly remembered
a song from a distant source
as the sound of guitar
entered my zone
As I scribbled down every word each second
my heart kept wondering
about the little things in life
The blue shirt stopped dancing
and the clouds no longer shifted
The moment I stared up
a shade of darkness patched the pale pale sky
My fingers paced on the musky paper
whereas the guitar kept the atmosphere tingling
The blue shirt floated unsurprisingly
as a slow gust of chillness blew by
I noticed the shadows lurking behind me eerily
only to realize that the evening wind was stronger now
I always wanted to know
how reality looks like without my glasses on
only when curiosity is alive
Though uncertainty was the only thing I saw
there was always a tiny voice in me
that spoke truly
and without fear
'It's gonna be alright'
That was all I need to hear
I raised my head
my eyes searching
and found that
the blue shirt
was still.