These bewildering trees,
cold winters,
heavy snow,
and anxiety filled eyes
have taken a piece of me.
Who I was,
or who I thought I was.
I am a shell, in a
vast and open sea.
Waiting for a wave,
to cast me out
into a new current.
I am a hollow being,
waiting for my new soul.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
These bewildering trees,
cold winters,
heavy snow,
and anxiety filled eyes
have taken a piece of me.
Who I was,
or who I thought I was.
I am a shell, in a
vast and open sea.
Waiting for a wave,
to cast me out
into a new current.
I am a hollow being,
waiting for my new soul.
-a.r.
