I dream of nowhere
My homing instinct is disappeared
Friends i suppose
But to what end?

Simplicity if includes
Conflicts resolved
easy pleasure

I miss nowhere and no one
I’ve stopped missing myself
Resigned to something like weakness
Or strength of another kind

I dream of notebooks
Crisp pages, inky pens
Taken by someone to transform
Into something grander

I sit alone with pen
Words come easy
But the amplification
Is not mine

Whatcha think?