Tell me, what do you wonder about? Is it the way the Sun sneaks upin the wee hours of the morningand lights up the horizon?
twaiku #3 — || faraway fantasies ||
You are the gentle cradle I yearn forbut will never know the feel of,just like his arms.
— conversations with a crescent moon
Originally published at www.apenandtwocents.com on January 4, 2017.
|| The Drifter ||
A drifter my soul is now,without any roots.Devouring islands of newnessand novelty for survival.
In my dreams, I floatthrough broken pieces of a mirror, each adifferent shade of transience.