This isn’t really a poem, it was me just messing around with lines when planning out The Pathless poem.
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Light footsteps,
dreams?
A film over reality?
Disconnected steps,
surreal breeze of happiness, peace,
spinning and seeing
and constant, and constant.
Lazy ripples
see the life in your heart
crushing, crushing, gone.
Lazy glimpses of importance
searching, following their presence.
Reaching for connection,
chasing and falling.
Muffled sound in a surreal land,
leaves brushing against bare feet,
but cold and ground not harming them.
A body no one sees as ugly
despite the blurred presentation.
Scribbled Thoughts 