Journeys

“Are you falling in love with her..?” But there he looked onward, without a single way of direction With logical reasoning behind him, he could not fathom the thought It was as if something so absurd had lied down in front of him From a hidden spot he never knew to look, The weight of the glass pulled him down Like his thoughts. She was rare in all her peculiarities Made up of every kind of purity known to man She was everything and nothing all at once A representation of all that he lacked, no matter the article She made him decent, and in return he made her happy His arm reached only for her “Help me lose my mind” he uttered looking into her eyes in order to catch the despair Suddenly caught short of breath The little bit of liqueur pestered him, like the voice He thought to himself, There was only one pleading argument to if she’d ever say adieu “I’m so much better when you’re around” The words echoed in the back of his mind Home never had an address, but a path Where ever she set foot He saw her spinning from the corner of his eyes Free and alive But, she always held him With all that she could As if she was his only genuine believer.