Dear Stranger
I write with deep concern or fear for my heart
I worsen every sundown as the doctors can't determine a diagnosis
Im plagued by the same existence that gives me relief
It is hard to stand and face you and not become a hot and burning mess
But i have found it is way worse to stay away and allow my heart yawn for this disaster
i smile as i recall a faint image of your face...
It is not that bad to be around you
The whole world lights up and everything is just as your smile; open and wide.
I reckon it is certainly way worse to run away from you than to manage a simple hi
Don't be surprised to meet a not so new stranger this week
I cannot wait for our next first time
Yours Truly
YOU ARE READING
The Soul Ink
PoetryMy Soul travels at the speed of a thousand knots Oh And yet the marvel at a single thought So many moments i can't afford a single blink I must keep a journal written in my Soul's ink
