stationary wanderingA Poem by freelancejousterthey ask me what i'm waiting for and the surprise that registers in their eyes, when they realize that i have no idea is kind of frightening. widening circles of soul, pointing judgmental fingers without moving their limbs. i'm a little bit impressed, more accepting, and mostly questioning: have they never been this lost before? © 2011 freelancejouster |
StatsAuthorfreelancejousterWIAbouti'm a muppet with his secrets revealed. i'm a lost teenager. i'm a rugged adventurer. I'm a bumbling novice. i'm an awkward intellectual. i'm a tear-stained lover. i'm a starving artist. i'm an.. more..Writing
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