Nobody told me that Spring had arrived. That Winter was no more, as if there was a Winter at all. Maybe I was not supposed to know. Maybe it was better for me not to know. But now I know.
Alone out here, not knowing when I will see all of the people I love again. Hoping that I will be able to see them again. Filled with sadness and longing and not knowing how to adequately express it. I am bursting with something I can not find words to describe. Whatever it is, I am bursting with it.
There is no sigh deep enough to express it. Tears will not do it justice. Tears and sighing in combo might come close to describing it.
But if only I knew I could see you again.
About The Lost Pedestrian
In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me).
My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.