Sins

The romance of running away
I wish for fiction
the wrath for reality
immeasurable
The grace and elegance in the hidden shoe marks that hid so well
I dream of the bliss which I envy
The beliefs have changed faces
I have changed faces
Skin has changed
so has my sight
pride which at times fogs
The lust of ease and comfort
gulosity for winter flakes
the greed of it tingles my inner self
to stay within the warm sheets of my bed
I cannot feel the seasons change
winds flowing while I am still
comforted in my sheets
unaffected, unchanged
Thoughts dead finally
Mind at peace finally
unbothered