#210-Outside
26/02/2018
Deserted streets late at night.
It’s cold.
I’m alone.
Lamps shining like the sun,
Painting a warm glow,
My hands cannot hold.
Imaginary,
Like the loves I felt,
In naïve, idealistic years.
Young and confused,
I chose to feel the outside,
Escaping the loneliness inside.
How curious that today,
I seek the remnants of that past.
