My head is hung at the cross roads decision point
Hung and lost, with no where to turn
Only able to stay
Still
Quiet.

My thoughts tried to escape
Only to get caught on the strains of my hair
Where they will stay
And grow
And put on weight
Until the head finds the right way to go.

My thoughts were washed down the shore
gathering into a bundle
before forming into an indecisive wave.

The wind changes and they are hurled against the giant's rocks
which he placed along the Spanish beach side.

Now my once reliable thoughts swim atop the water hoping she won't find them again.
It's alright though
the seagulls got to them first.

Now my mind fly's high with them
and I finally feel at peace.

Hopelessly staggering behind conversation, he walks.
Everyone unknown to his burden.
Dragging a boulder of thoughts, delays his voice.
And when he speaks, everything comes out wrong and twisted, not intended for this conversation.
Or any.
He can't keep up, and everyone knows this.
Feeling monachopsis more than usual, no one wants him here.

Though the surroundings are beautiful, it's time to leave.
He takes his boulder and travels to a pond.
Listening to the ducks, they are more welcoming than anyone.

The only time I felt summer was when I had your body to keep me warm.
Winter has been far too long.

A self obsessed being looks at himself and he asks

Why do you this?
Why do you loose yourself in memories and refuse to be found?

There are people looking for you, arms out to help.

"But they are not her, and she is found where I am lost"

He replied to no one.

My friend, its been a while
since you took my mind on a leash and went for walk.
I  hear it bark at you
and I would ask it to stop if i could view its sight