I think we�re walking.

A Poem by Luke Sentnl

I think we’re walking.

Venturing into memories that have not yet transpired, noticing a secluded maze. Its surface is lined with masterfully inspired animacy.
The afterglow of the setting sun brings the sweet aroma of vermilion berries, showing an ethereal side to life which is yet to be explored. An unlikely softness comes about me, lightly touching my face.
A brief shiver fascinates me, aware of where it originated from. Amplified by my subconscious thoughts.