I am starting to find some peace of mind.
I’ve gone fishing. It seems I’m the only one here.
Where has the time gone? I sure don’t know.
Sometimes, I really want to
run away from myself –
In this journey, I’ve been searching
For the things, I’ve lost in my past.
My bookcase has books about stories –
stories about things – things people wrote.
The clock ticks. It’s almost midnight.