The Traveler
I am a lone traveler of time and space, a vagabond of disgrace. I sweep through fields and stars alike, a spectrum of off colored light.
This is my fate. This is what it’s like.
I cross highways, gazing at trees like veins reaching to the blue blooded sky above. I cross eons of space to see planets evolve and die in the same breath. Stars born and shine for trillions of years, looking down on people with enormous fears.
I’ve searched the parameters of loneliness and found them suphocating at times, and comforting in the next. My curse, to exist forever and never know another such as myself, may very well be the one thing which makes me dead, even though I am not.
Lone nights spent atop the tower of Paris, watching below a softly placed caress. The morning dew which sometimes melt, a watery touch in other galaxies only I have felt. Stars under suns of such enormity, glow with colors unexpectedly.
These are the perceptions which my eyes have gazed, into eternity I travel, to places only I may stay.
By Enigma Quarantine
© 2012 Enigma Quarantine
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