Today

Looking for moments of connection,
Often between places and people,
To harness my consciousness into flesh.
On a lined paper I write my destination,
Afraid of all that’s known coming to an end.
Nothing in this existence is an accident.
Leaning towards the sun filled window,
For my skin, soul, blood, bone and brain,
Waiting for the expiry of my nightmare.

 

 

 

 

 

photo credit: cold november dreams

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