Life in the alley, the last free place. A place of puke, poverty, parables and perfidy.
Friday, May 22, 2015
A Letter To The Wind
Maybe you were right. Maybe I didn't need you. Maybe the elation and joy I felt was false. Maybe wanting you was a sin. Maybe I was betting on a mirage.
Maybe no house is left unbuilt. Maybe no flower is left in the dark. Maybe dreams are for fools. Maybe no gift is lost in the wind. Maybe there's nothing to believe in.
Maybe I think of you for no reason. Maybe I'm making you up. Maybe you don't exist. Maybe you aren't who I hope you are. Maybe it's just my imagination.
Maybe I need someone else. Maybe the future is without you. Maybe what's real is waiting on me still. Maybe the past is an illusion. Maybe I chase the end of the rainbow.
Maybe not.
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