• the_chaoticwriter 6w

    His struggle to find inner peace
    Tranquility left far behind in the bushes he couldn't see.
    His search for demulcent voice on the run.
    Inscribed in the book about hope
    Like a sigil in a magic contract
    Inscient and blinded was his mind
    His beating heart alluring for broken pieces to be back together.
    He's on the run .
    Always .
    Until he finds what he's looking for .
    He'll always be on the run .