When my mind feels alone, the grinding of teeth, i feel at home, but the wreck, wild mind of momentary lines that divide, the rym in, two time packed heart, cant you wonder, if my face looks like this, i would not have trouble, some say we are gorgeous. but alone in our feeling, that one day, the other soul will find, us we cant wait, not for our hole life, for the off chance that you may find them. alone now, not future but still alone ,is alone evan if you see someone, but that wont go beyond the observation of the momentary determined line, to use that change, and invigorated the Soul, ahh 10 years, is that long enough, for her to find me. or am is, it a pipe wonderland that, we hope to assume, when destiny hits us.
© TLTSU Samuel H Hunwick