Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Solitude in the Center

I want to lock myself in a room,
To get away from this small world.
Walls as bare as my heart might share
A friendship with me.

I want to run away,
Bare feet flinging pebbles in the air,
Scratching soles into sharp sand,
So that I’d feel connected by the pain.

Why are there no roads,
Where no one else can follow?

1 comment:

  1. If these decisions were easily made life would be less complicated.