Textures

Rough and itchy skin marks another winter settled in,

Not too mention my patience is worn thin.

Lately, dreaming has been a solace..

Somehow.

Before I would have said it was stupid,

But not with how useful it’s been now.

In this cold, discontent mental state;

I’ve managed restrain myself from turning irate.

Plans galore,

Planning is a tiresome bore.

But,

in the distance,

I see.

A familiar sight, but also something new coming for me.

Cityscape- a concrete jungle in time,

Filled with all sorts of cultures & people who don’t have a specific agenda for me.

And what a glorious day it will be,

When arrive there for not necessarily any one person to see.

I

will

be…

In those first moments at least,

Free.