All these roads are as the print of lashes
on his body...
Dear Little One,
This world might feel a little strange...
Let me take words
and paint you a picture...
I’m not sure if it was my tax-free street...
bodily-harm PTSD trauma type of shxt...
Autumn came to whisper -
clinging on is futile...
Life is a journey full of mystery,
Wonders play a role for many strangers like me...
All those summers,
when innocence...
Wistful wisteria
lays in wait...
The people I've met during the course of life
slowly moving in, quickly rolling out...
Random notes
joined together...
Make believe & broken dreams,
A merry-go-round of in-between's...
- How far should I go before I arrive?
- All the way...