You yearn to see them but they are gone, I look up as far as I can go stuck upon the ground I know I cannot fly, breezes softly glance hair upon my ears where are you all. Now short circuits in the mind, struggle to interpret ate loss thoughts on intangible entities in common streets.
I feel the cold brush of self determined souls most driven by fear and vulnerabilities, so I run and run till breath and age allows me no more, I ask where have they gone I am near the past and to a beyond where those I loved in human lines have gone, but the messages still come and a make believe ladder is waiting for all to ascend to a benevolent creator where we can harbour in no fear.