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.