The senses that come to mind
will be neglected
sticking around only for me
searching high and low
my adventure forcibly put on hold
Serendipity
Wonderful word
yet a true curse
finding that right person
Impossible
throwing in the towel
giving up
not feeling the urge to compete anymore
i'm through
only now feeling your embrace
the softness of your voice
entangled in your beauty
i let myself go
returning to blackness
numbness
for you are not mine nor am i yours
deep contemplation cut from my consciousness
i've become a wandering samurai
moving from place to place with no expectation
searching aimlessly for only the unobtainable
I begin my journey, standing alone
and walking even more alone
solely to myself and no one else
trudging into the sunset
fleeing from the sunrise. . .
