walking towards you in the mist
glimpsing peripherally
unsure of why
imagination does exist

Gulls cry
Or do they scream
your nightmare
their dream

talking exhales our initial thoughts
not deep enough to mean anything
just the start of freedom
life is listening
just don't speak

Be who you are forget about the gimmicks
We were born original don't let us die mimics

my day is a good day
my heart dreams big
ignoring the nay sayers
this is my gig

the emptiness of a blank page is my expectation of tomorrow
whether I choose to fill it with joy or sadness is not always up to me but if I colour it with positivity my mind will be free

Slight shadows on  a cold morning
I step outside
The deceit of the autumn sun