A romantic mind is hard to find as most of us live blind in a world of materialBut I'd rather have a palm filled with priceless post-it poems with you..
Shouting through to the empty walls, there is no recipient for the longing of souls connected,Desperation for belonging buried what little flame there..
Parallels of new realities leave room for a hope once thought unattainablePushing back from the grain of the mundane, we remain hereSolely stuck pleas..
Clinging to spaces nonexistent in timeWords rage through the cracks to create an exposure of vulnerabilityClashing with the existential reality of tha..