A desert, white sand
A dry taste, blue skies
The bag with me in heavy
Full of dreams, and infinities
It's held sorrow and pain
neglect and hurt
In order to walk, they must be left behind
A trail unknown
I think only of
the future
The Wandering Duske for the past is gone
A Skype group
A psychiatrist
My games
My art
with the wind now
My journey and life
are tied
Ending in
unison
Thriving in
synchronicity
I pass towns
the women
remind me of her
I pass bars
the unity
reminds me of them
I walk to escape the past but fate laughs in my face
"History is not to be forgotten"
Her smile is cruel
The universe I see before me is one I already know
My feet stop
The wind blows
My min screams
I thought I could find my heaven in the world
But where could my
heaven find me