Trying to find one’s path,

Can be meandering, and hard.

Eyes run in circles. ...

Not so distant days.

When it was warm.

Now the sky is cloudy. ...

Adorned, elegant, awake.

Staring at unabashed fakeness,

Walking all around. ...

So often,

I’ve gazed at you.

Patient and calm, ...

Today we’re closed.

Some parts, patched up.

Others scratched, ...

Some days feel perfect.

Others seem hazy.

Some even sting, ...

One of those magical days,

When kisses taste sweet,

Rainbows brightly shine, ...

If you’d open up,

Show me your core,

Unafraid, ...

Clear moments.

When flowers bloom,

Doors stand open, ...

Random thoughts,

Flying through the night.

Meaningless, ...

Solitude and emptiness.

Inside and out.

Darkness and light, ...

Don’t know you anymore.

Not who I met,

Or remember, ...

Bubble over me.

Don’t be shy.

Stay a while, ...

Flawless.

Harmonious.

Nothing incongruent, ...

Floating above ground.

In dizzying speed,

Blurring everything around. ...

Dense,

As some dreams.

Colorful, ...

Sometimes,

Taking distance,

Is the only way. ...

Autumn is here.

Days are cooler.

Foggy mornings, ...

Three, long, faded, meters.

Perhaps more.

On a grey day, ...

Gold on white.

But why?

Quite simple in fact. ...