one day, on the highest mountains i will stand

i will leap through a valley of sunflowers

                            fresh breeze of the meadow winding  my hair

                                                      i

                                                   will

                                                  wade                                         out

for the finest galaxy

                                    a million years away

                                                        clouds of hope spur the abyss of space as they spur within me

                              brightest stars, illuminate the dark

radiant warmth, growing in my bones

                                     i will parade through mist of the ocean, prospering.

I am disappointed.
  I am many things,
    I am the sea breeze
The wind between the trees on a cool autumn day
A star in the night sky, shining
all alone
I am waiting, but I'm not sure what for

write..how do people write?

how do people put their feelings on paper.. how do people feel? im confused. I’ve been lost for a long time, empty.

Empty is me.. I am empty. I am the space between the lines on a piece of paper. I am the.. what am I?

Me. I am me. Me is the wanderer.. me is the one searching for purpose.

Purpose? What is purpose..

I don't know what died inside me so deeply,
but whatever or however it happened left a presence of emptiness.

I didnt see you when you were here.. but now that you're gone I see you everywhere.

Mother, Father, lover

where did I go wrong?

I’ve been wandering for such a long time

between state lines and my time walking alone

I’m not sure where I’m going, but I know it won’t be home.

In the near future,
I hope that I look back and watch all the of things that have happened in my life.
In that moment, I hope to realize there is peace within myself.
No more anger
or resentment, no disappointment
just hope
that one of these days, everything will be better.