thoughts

slowly, steadily, pavement disappears beneath my feet
conquered by each step

there, a house
i wonder for who lives in it
so much life i do not know

pick up the pace

car passes my thoughts
she rushes to find
what she will soon forget

racing myself
i long to see the place unconsumed by need
unconsumed by greed
solitary
secluded
sanctuary

a spider spins her torturous web
she knows only this tree, and that bush
not loss, or lust
i wonder about love

i run away
i run towards
i run to run
i stop