Shadows outline the imperfect road.
Light glistens off the bricks.
A gnarled tree proudly stands,
Illuminated by a window's reflection of summer's morn'.
The clean crisp wind rustles my skin awake.
A friend smiles and approaches me.
I feel joy.
I feel alive and vibrant in her smile.
My voice rumbling deep inside my chest as we small talk
Makes solid, my bones.
A lady walks by making wild noises that overwhelm my mind with memories of my maniacal old friends,
...I miss them deeply.
A man approaches me uncertainly with a question. "What are you doing?" I find pleasure in seeming out of place,
and reply with a gregarious shrug.
I continue on,
Feeling every step plant firmly in the ground and
Rock my heart in its cradle.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 1:59 PM UTC
Shadows outline the imperfect road.
Light glistens off the bricks.
A gnarled tree proudly stands,
Illuminated by a window's reflection of summer's morn'.
The clean crisp wind rustles my skin awake.
A friend smiles and approaches me.
I feel joy.
I feel alive and vibrant in her smile.
My voice rumbling deep inside my chest as we small talk
Makes solid, my bones.
A lady walks by making wild noises that overwhelm my mind with memories of my maniacal old friends,
...I miss them deeply.
A man approaches me uncertainly with a question. "What are you doing?" I find pleasure in seeming out of place,
and reply with a gregarious shrug.
I continue on,
Feeling every step plant firmly in the ground and
Rock my heart in its cradle.
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