Days well spent; days with self when beings and things are mere expressions of perception.
Distances have no congruence; time seems flying away leaving me stranded at the center of a spectacle.
Zoned out, is that what I become. Shadows take form of a life I desired. Tensed, I wander with smoke of thoughts in my mind waiting to take a shape.
My vision fades from color to black and white with figures searching the meaning of life.
All I have is, hope to hold on. As I walk away from the grim sky with a wish that the tide will subside soon, I see a ride to take me to new lands… an ongoing journey!