A poets lament

It’s these miles and miles that I can’t stand. Do you get it? Can you fathom or even begin to understand? There are so many places to go, to visit, to take in. I find it trying, to be bound by something like money. What a trivial nuance, but what large binding force it is; money. I’ve got places and people to see, culture to absorb. I find it so much more enjoyable than the drab lack of culture in this place.

The spacious boundary between a soul linked so coincidentally to one such as mine. Like mind, like soul. It is astounding to me to find a person such as you. Guided by the hand of God; I feel. Some light shining on me for once. It felt good to see and know that he will not forget what I’ve done. The sacrifices that have been made. I know that he will bring about my time, showing appreciation for all I’ve given up for others.

It’s really nice to feel me again. I have missed you so much good friend, with your true goodness, I am not forced to wear my guise. Finally I feel genuine within myself, pulling out the me inside that was forced to hide for quite some time inside in order to abide by the expectations forced on my free spirit. I watched him come forth again with glee, and he hasn’t even departed. The time has been too extensive that a prolonged stay by my true self has blessed me with his presence. Please don’t leave again, because the weights I bear when you are here simply don’t feel

So heavy.