Drifting

Just writing for the enjoyment for now, exploration of self.

Today, in the way the wind passes me is like a friend walking by but doesn't see me.

I look to the warmth of the sunshine to hit my lips like a soft kiss you taste for a time that brings a softness to an empty heart.

Days fly by like pieces of paper in a draft... I'm amazed at what it feels like to drift in that way.

My daydreams are those silly spots you see.... but don't know why....funny I fill my day with quiet footsteps and yet I am content.

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