It may feel grey,

But the sun still shines.

Somewhere. ...

Crumbling walls.

Broken windows,

Welcoming openly,...

There are days,

When thoughts feel dense.

Reflections,...

I thought my path was hard.

Seemingly uphill.

Tiring...

Even barren deserts,

Carry marks of human existence.

Is there nothing left, ...

Autumn.

Trees changing color.

The woods,...

Expressionless.

Mouth shut tight.

Eyes refusing to see. ...

You look delicious.

I am.

I thought so. ...

Clearly marked.

Straight.

Uphill. ...

“Gazing.”

Unable to see answers,

To imaginary questions...

Sometimes,

A different perspective,

Reveals truths,...

. . .

But there’s no avoiding my nature.

I’m glad. ...

I wish I could do that.

What?

You know what I mean....

In my youth,

I felt the green.

A harmonious calm....

“I need to get there.”

By train,

Car,...

A path,

Leading to the waves,

Encased by shadows,...

There were days,

When I too dangled my feet,

Felt the rush,...

A barred window.

Small.

Street level....

“I’d like to be…”

Lost among the trees.

Climbing the mountains. ...

A small piece of land.

Rocks.

Arid land....