Meditation

 all the while painting the town red

Bold

just 

you

go

 

 

there is beauty

Damn It

 when people act predictably

dull and irritating at the same time

something to make one grow old quite fast

Wobbling

 yet trying to follow all the leads

Sentiments

 above  below and frozen

until whatever happens

less connection

Wander

 wonder

 

the lightness of movement

 

the more the easier

The Future

 narrow and at times hard to see, yet inevitable