Who I am
What I do
Where I go
No one will stay to see what I see
No one conforms to all my twists
They all fit into a separate section
Not one the same, but never fitting in whole
Sometimes I wonder if I really belong in a world of today
Always wandering into past worlds
Longing to experience
So I allow a little flame to sate my desires
I let the sun's kiss be enough
The rain's cold touch will keep me stable
And so even as I write this it sounds like gibberish
Rambles on the verge of tranquil insanity
Truth be told, I don't care if you understand
It just made sense in my head
YOU ARE READING
Distant
Poetryjust short poems about stuff Was previously Bliss, I got bored of the title
