Like the pages in a chapter book, my life is unreeling with layers of words. Every which one being used to avoid the hurt. Likes the wavering of winds gusting through, my thoughts blow through this deserted part of land. Unable to catch itself to stop. Like the ocean's edge as it rolls up to kiss the shore, My eyes do the same to kiss the darkness. Unable to find sanity in life. But as dry and cold of the world may seem, I see no reason as there is to be. Alone I must, leave me for dust.
