What is there...

I return with curiosity,

It, sitting heavily on my chest.

I come with a new found hope.

Yet, somehow, I see no manifested form.

Then...

What is there?

Where are the lines and the curves,

That represent my being?

The shadows and light that fuel my soul and its wanting?

Where are they?

The words that I relied so heavily to imprint paper,

Disappears like ink fading under the sun.

What is there

Left in my heart and body made of broken pieces.

I ask.

What is there?

#midnight #freewrite #randomthoughts