#198 Existential,

I was lost in my
wonders that wandered to a
compass of nowhere.

So deep and buried,
till its existence was then
submerged without clues.




#195 My friend,

The wonders i had
where negativism knocks
its way into me.

All those times I prayed
to see you safe once again
were uncountable.

And one day, the sound
of your breath returned, taking
away the baggage.

Some things I kept close
to my heart brought joy which was
you, being alive.



PS: For you, D.