Red Cone- day 88-muddle

muddle

a plane flies up the window
then across the still grey sky
I feel sleepy
soon I will awaken
when my painting student arrives

Yesterday ......
I can't think how to
describe it
although the main focus
was to promote the new
contemporary institute
of music and media
well
today
I would rather watch
the wind gently swing branches
up and down
that describes how I feel
but now I am still
I ponder the mysteries
try not to think
too many questions without answers
how I envy those who believe
those who have faith
I have tried but failed
and I look for an escape
today a tortured soul
I am not whole