#393-Distant
28/08/2018
Sometimes,
I need to see in,
From the outside.
Days,
When rationality drowns,
Answers feel empty, and
Emotions drift away,
On broken clouds.
Rare moments,
That I feel colors melt,
With a setting sun,
In a grey winter sea.
Barefoot,
Feeling the cold, damp sand,
Dreaming…
Of swimming away,
Closed-eyed,
Breath-held,
In silence,
To an island of peace.
