Novelty’s Illusion

Fringe ArtsPoemAsh Esmander — Published February 23, 2026 0 minutes

The excitement of novelty always waves its brightest shining jewels 

Swaying its rubies and diamonds back and forth like a metronome before my eyes Never-ending and endlessly beautiful, so close to touch but too far to comprehend 

There are shades of different hues that obscure our planes of sight 

Distorting the colours and properties of even the brightest of gems 

Even so, why remove the protectors of our eyes? 

When worn for too long, these shades transform into rose-coloured glass 

So beautifully painful that you can’t look away— 

Not even for a moment 

Because everything appears in a single-hued fantasy 

Where your mind can fill in the blanks for hours on end 

Days and weeks and months will pass 

While you obsess and reassess 

Every memory, every moment, every word left unsaid 

Once the novelty is distant and you can no longer reach 

You reintroduce yourself to nature’s chimes 

And the wind melts the glass back into sand 

And you begin to see reality again 

Sometimes it's just as divine as you remember 

But other times you realize you’d been distracted for too long 

Chasing after a forgotten chapter in an unfinished novel 

Something you couldn’t ignore 

Novelty can be shiny and appealing, meant to be read like a cover 

Your intuition holds more magnetism than your heart 

Your internal compass 

The luminosity worth the chase