unthreaded,
he follows the breeze.
fair and rugged,
he lands on
unforgiving lands.
expectations
arise to unfamiliar
silence.

he discovers
a heartbeat
at the tip of his finger.
ghosts flutter
in his stomach,
dodging glances
for fear of
transparency.

a gift
returned for freedom,
anxiety itching his feet,
he follows
familiar roads to
falling stars and
modern ruins.

leaving his
feelings on
the kitchen table
they extinguish a
shared smoke,
and fall victim to
the limited nature of all
of these words.

"i don't think life is absurd. i think we are all here for a huge purpose. i think we shrink from the immensity of the purpose we are here for."