Deep into the valley,
lies a pile of bones.
Not a disgusting pile
of remaining flesh and veins.
Just dry, white bones.
Sun-bleached and
picked clean by passers by.
A pile of abandoned
physical appearance.
The soul has moved on,
deeper into the heart of the
orange sanded abyss.
He was a man,
who got purposely lost
from reality.
And you can never
really find someone
who doesn’t want
to be found.
He got lost in the beauty
of the endless miles
of sun and sand.
He got lost in the beauty
of finding himself.
He got lost in finding himself.
He disappeared
from the face of reality,
and stepped into
the valley of truth.
