Feelings in the wind of outward appearances

First we laugh
at certain situations,
but suddenly we realise
that there is nothing to laugh about.
We become sad and cry,
realise the seriousness of the situation,
change our feelings,
from one moment to the next
in the reins of rationality.

Oh man, your emotional colours – constantly changing,
like the wind changes direction,
like the chameleon takes on different colours,
we are guided by external impressions,
that move and stir our inner being
make us the puppet of outward appearances
control us, nudge us here and there

We should reflect on our senses moving us.

Anonymous writer

Crumbled moments

The moment gets lost in the moment,
crumbles into memories and daydreams,
drags living beings with it,
which also fragment, lose life,
from being to having been,
a long sigh bound in the moment,
from life to death,
a transition to a new life,
a shape from moment to moment
with the awakening of a new dawn.

Anonymous writer