i want to go to a place that doesn't exist.
i want to go to a place that will never come.
i want to go to a place that is nowhere.
Or maybe i don't want to go to a place.
Maybe i just want to go
And let the wind whip my hair endlessly,
Smell the salty air,
And stare up at the ever-changing sky.
Maybe all i want,
Is the travel,
For no destination.
Posted in response to the challenge Sail.
Floating in the sky
Like white fluid still in time
But moves in slow grace
Swirled with a brush by an oil painter
Yet sculpted with regality of wood
A whisper full of substance
An illusion of support
I rot in here now
Along with the old milk can
In the garbage bin.
Your love too
Has expired just like
The milk can.
Now I rot
With the milk can and
Your spoilt love.
My marionette,
Dancing to another's tune,
I thought it was mine?
Comments
I love this! The journey and string of thoughts is so nice :)
Thank you so much!
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