Away

I have been away.
Strolling into avenues, taking peeks of fancy through weathered stained glass, imagining places that exist only in my dreams, venturing down into the gallows below, turning corners covered in an invisible cloak, sat inside the trestles of doorways hoping not to ever be seen again, definitely not for awhile at least.

I have been away.
I had to step away.

I have been away.

Did you see your inner workings of self, while in the away?
I did, just as a piece of dust begins its next journey, or maybe it is the last, riding air molecules, dipping with the sound of a laugh.

My pen can not stop from drifting, out of my mind and onto a place. Any place.
As long as it goes, to the space you may know,
invisible to the naked eye, an interloper, no,
a made up point in your sky.

The return is unsettling, groundbreaking wide chasms keep swallowing me whole, thorny paths littered with drips of blood flow,

Grab the water jug, the cat, and throw on some pants.
We are about to go where no body knows… again.