Pavement

Silently I enjoy the distant sounds
trying to pierce the deafening silence.
The summer sun shines like it's
a mere autumn day,
while the moon just sits in the clear sky
shining as if the sun's too weak.
The ground beneath me seems
to follow the rythm of my breathing.
The sighing wind rustles the leaves around me.
Everything feels so peaceful.
The cracks in the pavement ressemble my scars.
The withered lines seem like faded memories.
It looks so trivial
while it feels so heavy.
Moments like this are so very rare.
What ever happened to simplicity
and the blissful tranquility?