Travel

30 Jul 2021

itsjustme
Damn that boisterous cricket
that bid us to wish 
on burning orbs of gas
one of a million 
incoherent songs
I wandered to find 
and lost myself
chasing stars 
dodging shadows 
I cast myself
into woods of nothingness 
where I stumbled upon 
something that led me to you
perhaps a block I laid myself 
or your foot

I may have gone too far

* I wrote this only a few days ago and I can’t quite remember what I meant one of those things that just came out. So I said what I said 🤷🏻‍♀️

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