My journey

 

 

There was a land in the mist – a land that fables whispered – a land legends in ancient tomes wrote – a land forgotten by most people

 

People – interesting beings –
people, so passionate –
people, so vulnerable –
people so manipulatable –
people so self-consumed

 

And from the mystic land came a mist –
like a soft-touch –
in a way it was like a breeze –
here but gone –
as real…

 

And so I began to see double –
I lived in the people land, but the breeze touched –
and it touched –
and it touched