A/N: my best friend, tired of being my go-to person whenever I want feedback on my scribbles, diplomatically suggested that I publish them online, so voilà!

Hope some of it might speak to you :)


The dreamer

He's been dreaming of uncertain skies

Yet he yearns to be earthbound.

.

His wandering soul

Thirsts for rarefied wonders

As he looks on, dry-eyed.

No end in sight for his aimless spirit,

Sky is the limit;

Freedom turned into weariness

.

Here and there –

Flashes of familiar stars peek through foreign trees

He remains a stranger all the same.

This is but a smoggy state,

A cloudy in-between

.

He is no sweet summer child

He does not miss

His clipped wings;

He cares not

For an omen to shed light

On what the next day holds.

.

He surrenders to the fate

That took his fledging wings away

And let him keep his poisonous dreams

Of endless expanses of stifling skies

As he takes flight

Over and over

.

And over –

Chasing the echo of a tale

Of red strings that bind.