These experiences were everything I had

something special, something rehearsed,

something beautiful, something cursed.

Walking, walking, walking

through the forests of my mind


The Elements within

another lost poet-

lets' her thought's swim

in bottles of bourbon-

always with another one burnin'-

fire burnin- bodies yearning

as two souls go with the flow

a montage in the mind

traveling to illusions, guide-

The Essence; A lesson,

the greatst message 

within thoughts- scripted- tested

living with one question

(as if I hadn't been given a map)

between the lines

the blueprint lies

as I still try to find

[my way]

walking, walking, walking



(Indiana. 2020)

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