Continue reading “the cryptic rendezvous”
I did not want my mind to go there
I did my best not to let it wander
into the desolation of my imagination
so as a distraction
I looked up the words of the day
they so perfectly detailed the situation
and the lines and rhymes started
to flood my mind
a narrative began to form
scribbles in excitement
a poem was about to be born.
that feeling when the impossible seems probable. but you're looking for answers no one can give. like do I go right or turn left? can you spoil me on what lies ahead? will this next step be one I might regret? all these questions met with a sea of silence. a sea of silence that leaves you drowning in doubt. wondering "omigah! should I have asked that outloud?" but it doesn't matter. you've left yourself with no choice now close your eyes, breathe deep, and leap...