20. Feeling unwelcome,under loved, you continued your search. Moments away became miles, you lost direction of me. I became what was, leaving the space of “what is”. You placed me on the shelve. I remember what was, think about what could have been, but those are empty thoughts, they have no value, no meaning. Little has meaning without you, I am the leave cast to the wind, my season is over. I drift on the tides, waiting to wash ashore, waiting for you , to find my messages in the bottles.
