Twisted thoughts
A constant haze filled with
twisted dreams
Exhausted
From chasing horizons
I try to catch my breath
I hear the whispers of the old
I hear the whistles of young
I look and touch their thoughts
A Pandora’s Box
Life’s continuous maze
I watch the autumn leaves rustle in the wind
As I feel the dawn of the dying day
I embrace totality of transition
A contest entry
- .give me something amazing. by landmark.
1650 points, ended January 7, 50 entries
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