I find myself in these sentimental spaces

a soft, contemplative messenger

that slithers up and down my spine.

I guess I didn’t imagine a day

where I would feel this solemness

once again,

for it felt as if all estranged instances of hope

and gatherment

drifted away like a dream months ago,

and I did not know if I would ever find it again.

I am perplexed; at ease

with a tinge of nervousness.

life has spread it’s legs open for me

to gander upon

and I find myself a bit frightened

at the paths laid ahead of me.

it’s a consistent novelty

that never fails to leave me swimming

within its delicate and simple mysteries.

I stare into the something space

and it stares back

with a longing compassion and urges me

to continue walking.

(I am no longer looking back)