New roads ahead.

I noticed fine steel cuts

covering my skin.

Mirrored on the surface of my mind

I recognize deep furrows

on the armour plate of my heart.

Scratches, scars, wounds

left by humans

all kinds-

all sorts-

all colors- of,

any

gender.

Encounters :

deliberately accidental

meeting by chance a passer-by.

Ships, planes and shuttles cleave their surrounding spaces

|one lays|one hangs|one escapes|

all leaving traces

-marks-

|some short|some long|some for the eternity|

We all dream our thoughts being eternal

blown by the wind to far destinations,

crossing borders, lakes, mountains, air

creating new

-ways, -roads, -marks,-traces.

Spring is almost there,

regenerating skin,         

renewing thoughts,

healing hearts.

New roads ahead.