black and blue- that is how life beat us

I am not from here. I am before my time. Or maybe a bit too late. Too high. Thoughts of me. Thoughts that matter as much as the dust under my feet. A look and it said it all. Scorn. Was their scorn in it? Could I be gone before I do what I want to? Purpose. Leave me for a bit more time on my own. Meanings. I am looking for meanings. The questions arrived too early. Just as well.

I hate and love layers. Hate- when conversations have to be deciphered. On people it is different. Have you lived at all if you haven’t put a few skins of your own?

There is no future I look forward to. There is nothing. What do I then live for? Life bereft of hope hasn’t much to claim for.

There is no dream, no person, no thing that can keep me here. Grounded. They all vanished in a spit of smoke.