As I floated, carelessly internally, paranoid externally, I involuntarily consumed the blizzards faeces.

The bell tolled, they spilled their secrets.

A door opened.

A touch, I cried.

I’ve touched the edge of the world,

and yet felt that my journey had never begun.

Lost souls voyage to unknown lands.

I found my soul…

So vibrant, however tasted bland.

Those who saw the future laughed,

and those from the past showed me a collage.

Optimism is what I gathered, but somehow traded it along for some regret and pessimism.

A mystery man wearing silk robes threw in some years as a bonus.

When you know how to play a song, but can’t read the music.

A frustrating talent.

Tears of joy?

Like an oxymoron, but spoken in actions.