Sunday the 25th of October.

woao...hailstones...I think I will go indoors.

I am not feeling it

There is no belief

Every last drop

Has been wrung out

Sadly deflated

An empty sack

With nothing but

Clouds of

Leathered husks

Blowing in the wind

Dried chaffe

Scratching tires eyes

Dusty old bones

Etched into the fabric

Of Dragonfly wings

They don’t belong there

Iridescent shadows

Depressing fractures

Into deep canyons

That once ran with life

Teeming with ideas

For resurrection

When nothing

Moves me

But the sharp sting

Of absence

Life is a thief

Everyday it steals

Me further away

From the meaning

Of daydreams

The sound of goodbye

The moment

Of rapture

When you said my name

Touch me with kindness

Cure the disease

Give me a feeling

Bring me release

Unlock my heart

This is not where I belong