I'm not lost yet

One day, I’ll stumble through paved allies, hoplessly lost. It will be raining, my clothes will stick to my body, drenched and formless. I’ll hear jazzy cafe music and a soft hum of people talking. I’ll yearn for coffee and a book and a window seat, the warmth of a fire and a friend, but I’ll be content. Ignorance isn’t bliss, but experience can be.

Reviews

[Marie]

Nice little blurb. But I keep looking form something longer that you've written. Maybe that isn't what you do.

[buddhas-buddha]

Thanks! I usually don't write anything longer than three paragraphs, and even that's stretching it (just because I always feel short on time and/or creativity).

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Just stopped by here on my way out. The description in this is vivid and the poem takes my mind there. I enjoy your style of writing. You have a lot to say and you do it with brevity...it's difficult to do but you do it well...