he moves between the doors of the past
looking for one to become the present.
how can you seek shelter over houses
that already have been broken down.
where the storms seem to continously
pass through those he always thought
were left behind. in every empty house
he claims his heart beats for only
that. he denies to himself that he
only seeks to fill the loneliness
that seems to eat out his heart. and
all i see in him is desperation.