Colors drained from the day first
then blackness ate from the edges
to the center
shutting down my vision
but not my thoughts
Restlessly tossing
letting my mind pull me
into the surreal
then wandering lost
through slippery landscapes
made entirely of illusions
The sun began pushing
the night from the sky
and my thoughts kept chasing around
in smaller and smaller circles
seeking answers
that fit like a faithful
denim shadow
Hearing from the wind
ghostly exhalations
shadows escaping
and blending into dawn
Answers appear and vanish
only to reappear
covering the illusions
believed to be truths
"Answers appear and vanish
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covering the illusions
believed to be truths"
This part says it all......I've come to that crossroad in my life recently.
sigh.
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wow, can you write.
hugs!
You're such an old soul Stellan. This is beautiful.
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