Out on a stroll..
moving slowly like a troll
Stuck in a moment
In a Strife to comeout alone
Luxury of Silence bestowed
Gaping winds welcoming me ashore
Lonely trees to give company
Branches stowed beneath my feet
Dissceting the thoughts
i chafe with the knife
the wood scrapes out
curling.. whithering away
it begins to get familiar
the comfort of holding on
the moment is long gone
I found a friend resting right in my palms..
