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Evening hustle


I see Stars intruding locations between clouds in Misty formations. Trains chudder by as I gaze upon the first and last of tonight’s night sky. I gaze around so aimlessly and am always asking why. 


Distractions must enter and take me away. Allow me to see the beauty of each day. 

Taking me back to this moment right here. 


As the wildlife of this evening starts to becomes alive, the hustle and bustle enters; as does a natural strive to survive. 


Cars i can hear in every known distance, wind, I feel on my aging skin. It now takes a longer moment to attempt to delve within. 


Within me and deeper down beyond. An understanding of existence is all that’s been longed. 

With many answered questions and words to say. I struggle to accomplish to this distorted reality. 


And back to the surroundings I must go. Pay attention and adapt to the flow. Sense the leaves as they attach to their craved breeze. Watch them wave in harmony, an experience many can not naturally see. 


I just wish to feel free. Free of any chains that feel strong enough to hold me.


Free of any pain that feels strong enough to own me. For one day I will be.











◄ March 20th 28

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