For I feel lost, she said with watery eyes.
The tenth day began with lots of questions,
on which the answers were often not understood.
Was she a troubled soul or just the devil in disguise?
How little she knew of daily life or historical facts.
Obviously made mistakes denied with a sadly
never developed talent for self-reflection.
Confused by the naively way she reacts.
Sunday morning, another 90 days to go.
Lonesomeness feels better than trying
to understand someone who’s in a lost mode.
How do you explain life without lying,
while you are used to travel on desolation road.
How do you find words of wisdom and support,
for someone,
who’s regrets are camouflaged by deceitful bravery.
It seems the bold truth is often the last resort,
instead of being gentle,
there’s a valid reason for brutally expressed hounesty.
It’s good to be back on the winding road of my own journey,
leaving behind unrewarding encounters
with the ones in denial of their own responsibility.
Analyzing life and finding my own emotional boundary,
without the interference of distracting from outside negativity.
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