I wander aimlessly in this material world, my spirit lost in it’s wastelands. Deserts of gold and pleasure. Trusting the things I see Not seeing the things touched by rain. Imprisoned in a life filled without water. Forever chasing a mirage.
May 11, 2017
I never found a reason to stay, to run, to be anything. At least – not any reasons that make sense. I just keep going. I don’t think it’ll ever make sense