It is anguish.
It is hope.
Is desire gone in a thought…
Invisibility,
wonder,
day dream…
The separating thin line.
An unknown stare.
Unread words that drown…
It is a none believer.
A hyprocrite’s care.
The constant avoidance.
Journey through stormy neurons.
Clinging, wanting,
empty handed…
It is the toxicity of a cigarette.
Inhale, not filtered.
Exhale, not solidified.
The next step.
The might be.
The paralyzing sting.
It is not to expect.
Let go, embrace.
Knowingly dive in!
A.R.Román