Confused writing could still be so illuminating

let the life be dull

a long yawn bored

pilgrimage to self the narcist pays

the refuge of the scared

away from titillations of feared-dont-know-what

let arms reach out

to unknown friends

to skies green, pink and red

an embrace without chase

be lost for once... .awed my mystery nd the maze

toast to adventure...to change..to meaninglessness