Of Bus Stops & Last Chances.

Longing, as each day passes.

Defying logic, odds, and sanity.

Of a thousand fluttering butterflies.

Questions, the hows and whys.

Reaching across the bed, finding, wanting, craving.

In thoughts and dreams.

In sweet smiles and hollow pains.

In harsh reality and peaceful escapes.

Hold on. Hang in there.

Stay with me.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Alex says:

    Inner traveling ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Ice Canicosa says:

      To an escape which I direly need ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. billiamholt says:

    Wonderfully orchestrated.

  3. learningtocry says:

    You are a good poet. I find a connection to your words.

    1. Ice Canicosa says:

      Never saw myself as a poet, but thank you for such kibd words.

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