#393-Distant

Sometimes,

I need to see in,

From the outside.

Days,

When rationality drowns,

Answers feel empty, and

Emotions drift away,

On broken clouds.

Rare moments,

That I feel colors melt,

With a setting sun,

In a grey winter sea.

Barefoot,

Feeling the cold, damp sand,

Dreaming...

Of swimming away,

Closed-eyed,

Breath-held,

In silence,

To an island of peace.