ST61 ... on the terrain to freedom

found god in a dog

the traveller

On the terrain to freedom i met a woman whom stole my heart. She told me that she would love me until i die. She did, until she died and possibly still does. I met a man that talked about many things until i couldn't see my face, my life fell off the edge, found god in a dog, love on the other side of the storm. I left feeling like a lost mind in a circus of fools, even the statues laughed from the bleachers, the saints were dying along skid row, the babbling continued from every corner of the cafe, ' i can't see myself finding the dream', i heard some voice scream in a low voice across the walls. The little girl sat quietly with her estranged mother up by the exit but the air turned grey and people kept talking in circles and difficult rhyme while the music continued shattering the space with a disturbing agitation and the future didn't flick an eye….the river of hope and purpose just kept swirling around the curves of beauty and trees and blue skies.

I left the cafe feeling one, refreshed, thoughts scraped from my chest and fresh air along the streets towards home… i am the traveller.

A simple coffee

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