The starry skies
and city lights
do not reach out to me .
Gaze as I do
looking for clues ...
comforts of reassurance
missing .
All is cold .
Soul perched on a high ledge
signs of life drift by ...
In the valley below
trucks roll by past midnight .
The pretence disappears
the gaze turns inwards.
How clueless can life get.
Joy and positivity
that in me radiated
and infected .
Was that my natural state or is this it .
Lessening intensities
works for a while .
Just a matter of time
till you're back ...
To your other side ....
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