Something lost and can’t be found. I run blind folded in the soundless trail; blame for my own mindless brain, why can’t I be smarter to figure this out. In a nostalgic state of being; a heart yearns for nothingness.
A gentle voice speak in a language that I never heard before. I look at the far off sky that in so perfect hazy fog. Drab soil underneath my feet, I return to my studio and begin to paint.
