the skies are cloudy,
clouded.
like they do not know
where they are meant to go.
i find myself
wondering,
wandering through,
living a half/life.
my heartbeat is slowing down.
it is cloudy. almost clouded.
i have walked and walked,
if only i could find my way
on the back of the wind,
nothing would hold me back.
that is the wish anyway.
but wishes are only for the lonely.
and clouds are not lonely.
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