My questions are not with you,
But existence that consist me,
As matter of fact "I" a single syllable,
That defies me more than you,
that steadily declined it's emphasis to fill the everlonging void of expectancy within you.
My sentences don't starts with I but you
With changing faces but constant adverbs.

No matter how content I may feel
And how perfect things may seem
Nothing will satiate my longing for eternal slumber
Nothing seems to compare to something so calm.
I fear this longing will never fade
With me always hoping for some unexpected demise.

The face is
a...
Canvas
of radiant
everwarming
everlonging
ever...saying
everything that matters in this
world

We say so much
with
so little

We think too much
and too
little

We do just and never
enough

But life must go on
So
let's just keep
smiling

The hardest part
of a Nomad's heart
is the intoxicating lust after
adventure.

Nothing that money could ever buy
nothing that no other love could ever satisfy
than for someone with a Nomad's heart to see the sky
and want for
more.

The Nomad travels light, only carries what they need
And everywhere they go
they plant a little seed.

A small dream that one day
they will plant their roots
and have something magnificent grow up in while they yet live
but to a Nomad's heart
a seed for where they've been
is all that they can
give.

So travel on Nomad
may your feet and heart never tire
may your days be long, and your nights be cool
and may you always chase that everlonging
desire.

I am the one they can transparency
eyes to the front of his skull
bulging, everlonging
sitting and trying to be cunning
quiet, listening
but emulating, instead
some sort of glowing ember
and people ask
are you okay
and I revolt
in protest
I wish I could wear shades all the time

I wish I could be invisible, sometimes

I had a dream that I had a cover over my face
it was a good dream

and now I sit

with my clothes on

thinking back on embarrassing moments

and I am

ashamed

they call me transparency