“The only way to have a friend is to be one.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson








Illusion of sharing a
cloud in a pocket or
on heads and road is
bittersweet, nearly on
time. Slow and fast times,
good and bad,
are dreams of togetherness,
even when not judging.
It’s the way some look at stars
they are, maybe with dusty eyes,
and see stars in others.
The empty in one rusted prey
gets filled with horizons of home.
Nightmare gone, wearing off
step by step, and no unfeasible goals.





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Chameleonian Times, works by Helene Vanderhulst

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