The tall man gazed out to the West,
So razor thin against the wind.
No cover hat or comfort vest,
This stop unplanned for those

A bodiless spirit

All but keeps quiet

A tortured screech fill the air

Warning everyone beware

A lonely soul

With no

Self Portrait

 A lonely boy.

Fenced in by fear

Fear of the unknown.

What does he know?

He knows pain, depression, self

It would be nice to be nature today. I want to flow like the rivers and oceans.

Shine like the sun and stars. Be relaxed