Lost Love Lust

Tags: walls

• pilgrim.

  As a pilgrim, I gather my belongings.
  My heart no longer holds it’s ground here.
  My journey soon takes hold.
  I smile to this empty room.
  Hollow in retrospect, these walls hold more than solidity.
  Encased within these walls are my days.
  Moments of inspiration.
  Tears of joy, Fears of tomorrow.
  As a pilgrim, I gather my belongings.
  My heart no longer holds it’s [...]

• conceal.

  A small man opens the door, his stumble indicates a hurry.
  I walk through and feel weightless.
  His trinkets jingled around him as if they were welcoming their master.
  A strange contraption I had never seen before danced on his desk in quite the joyous manner, that is until he commanded it to stop.
  “Cease your dances silly creature! [...]