Lost in thought
I tend to get lost back at the beginning,
such a beautiful end. I don't need to be in love
I can just pretend.
I walk open handed on endless beaches
leavening shallow footprints for someone to find.
My imagination runs wild on the winds of maybe.
I get lost in forever skies, leading me away.
never wanting to find the end. I venture deeper into
this void of unknown delusion.
Manifestations that refuse to manifest, unresolved feelings
Questions You? Me? The epitome of solitude standing by my self
in a crowd. Ambiant light in the shade of red on the darkest
of nights.
I can be anything I want here without her
Copyright © joseph randall | Year Posted 2025
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