BLOGPOST #33
January 24, 2021
January 3rd 2021
The Champaign in my glass goes flat
We have gone from the unreal to the real
and once again I am alone
here in this body
I wait for time to pass
but the desire for comfort never goes away
Seeing my parents walking up the hill from a long distance
snow falls
the chasm of my future opens in front of me