Is this the mind of a desperate man?
Falling in love with whatever he can.
Is this the mind of a broken man?
Craving the love of another's embrace.
"This place." He whispers first.
"This place." He tells again.
"This place!" He screams.
"This place is not the one of which I had intended. Yet within my soul there is something imbedded! Something that cries and begs for just a taste of love from another!" The man tells only to himself, no other.
Who is to tell? To tell is to take a chance at which he has a so few yet the cravings never stop and the dreams never die. So when the broken and desperate man begins to piece together his crumbling sky.
He listens. He listens and waits for one thing to become clear, the thing of which he wants to be near. Love and compassion; tender and sweetened bliss. The man wonders if there will ever be an end to this. An end to the desperation from which his maddening thoughts form, is there an end.
"Is there an end?!" The man raises his voice to his cracked sky. From then its there he saw it, saw her, from the corner of his eye.
Her glowing beauty becoming a torch within his darkened world. The colors washing away the gray of his woes. Could she be the one?
A glossy pair of lips curl into a small smile towards his direction. His heart begins to beat from this strangers light affection. Flooding worried of thoughts fill his mind while his eyes become lost in her own, becoming blind.
Blind to his surroundings, deaf to the sounds that does not come from within. Is this? Is this the end?
"No." He said as she neared him, "This is where my new world begins."
D. L. Smith 8/20/2016