Drifting through the downpour , breathing sheets of glistening planes Disappointment sinks when words are trapped encased in silver flames.
An early morning scene of gray captured , standing still . Does walking really soothe the mind or silence out the drill?
Reflected misconceptions , driving downwards soft and hushed, then fading to oblivion , to return in pointless rush. Is there even sense of grasping that I cannot put to words? When I'm wandering for reasons that are not quite understood?
Saturated warmth feels calm , seeping deeper into thoughts Drenching into sadness , exhaustion finds me lost...
Seek comfort in the sound of pounding rain upon the ground. Each passing car ignored as its hurtles , homeward bound. Timeless now , I'm almost home , pure thought in trickling streams I'm hurting , but I don't know why ,just where the feeling leads.
All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost.