I am the only one remaining
A victim of the plague of doubt
Easily crushed into powdered dust
Yet still I glimmer
Catching your eye, your mind
Consuming your heart.
I am the whisper from the alley
The one that cuts a path right to your deepest desire
Exposing the truth you didn’t know existed
Slipping into the room unwanted, unexpected.
I am the spark that flares up in darkness
The product to your perceived variables
Factoring out the logic
Best case scenario only.
(Photo by Aimee Cheam)