the wind blows through the chimes
and i hear decades passing
the breeze kisses my face
and i can only sit silent
a thousand empty memories swim
each making puddles in my mind
every moment hanging on to the last
as if the chain will hold no longer
moments spent making moments
minutes spent making hours
until finally i realize
that the stars are just as bright
even when no one is looking
somedays i spend so much time worrying that no one notices me, afraid that i will just be another cog, i spend so much time caring what other people think that i forget to notice myself
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