Third Day

The train station

I got on a journey
I should have a destination I thought
Considering that my mind has been blank and I have been trying to fill it with ideas,
Some sane others in an asylum
I packed a bag
Included was a toothbrush, 3 bags of passion fruit and peach tea, and old socks which had a handcrafted heart shape to cover the tear on the ankle.
I took along my old faded hoodie which carried the last evidence of his existence, his smell
It was fading off, and the sad wind made a mockery of our love.
I had boxed in my ancient pieces, a dream catcher, a locket that held secrets, sorcery, and lies
A masquerade brown hand-knitted cashmere, I almost had excess luggage
But with each came baggage, depth, and deceit.
I sip from my hip flask,
Looking deeper into the fields as I stare from my window,
No compass, no map
Directions seem lost and each road was a new turn.
With or without,
I need to find my destination

Paulyn