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Swirls of red angrily coated the walls. Nightmares whispered in the wind. She saw him in the flashes of lightening. We sat together in a bus-stop. Alone, just her and I.
I am a modern day nomad, Constantly searching For something A connection To the world, To the people, To the universe. I wasn’t born with innate talent, But I don’t like to settle
She appears to be a frequent wanderer At times it is hard to know her purpose and place She embarks on an unfamiliar path constantly
Home. What is it? Where is it? Who’s there? But you don’t know, Won’t know, Because you’ve never been there. You’ve never seen their faces, Never closed the spaces,
Fall into me Catch the train to platform thrity three I will watch as you depart For the lacerations of your heart I can't save you If you get too far in Yes I may be beautiful
Don't live wishing for wings When legs can take you just as far Live life as a nomad A sailboat without an anchor Life is too short to allow for ordinarity Remember opened eyes can be used to see
The herd moves today Following the light of life We are part of them
I am from unpacked boxes Kroger branded drunkenness Chinese takeout the smell of dry wall.