lostthoughts

Understanding with time

I open my eyes as the morning comes to grey clouds and fog.

Today unlike most days the weather effects my mood in no way shape or form.

The objective is to see things clearly as I march forth in to airy fogged up streets of London city.

The bright sun begins to shine on me the warmth on my neck like a touch I've felt befor gently guiding me forward, marching along I go.

right foot left foot as thoughts of past moments rumble through my mind.

I laugh today as i undertstand and realise with time comes understanding.

I understand now, I just needed time.

Comments3

  • Fay Slimm

    Yes it mostly take time to find understanding - I like the pace and force of this read my friend. Keep that ink flowing.

  • orchidee

    Good write, lost.

  • Scrambled Letters

    I like how you used the senses...well crafted Lost



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