I don’t belong
here,
floating in a midnight
dream..
Our thoughts
knowingly
twas creatively
twisted..
Wind blown
ingenious ambition..
Unknowingly,
his resourcefulness, and imagination
whispers…
chris jensen – Lost Poetry
I don’t belong
here,
floating in a midnight
dream..
Our thoughts
knowingly
twas creatively
twisted..
Wind blown
ingenious ambition..
Unknowingly,
his resourcefulness, and imagination
whispers…