I want to be a child again
to see that way and to love
that way again.
Unconditionally, no mosaic
woven together in shallow
superficial heart, no lies, just
I want to come out of this
isolation and see the world
as it was when I had it in the
palm of my hand.
I want friends, like the ones
that I lost years ago or was it
just a visage?
Was it something in my mind?
People are so cruel and so unkind.
This voyage a tapestry, a karma
angel, singing in the heavens with
ones we have seen, pass through.
Do not cry, for it is they who are truly
the lucky ones, who know of no more
suffering, but see everything through
the eyes of a child; as we all someday
Wayne Russell is or has been many things in his 48 years on this planet, he has been a creative writer, world traveler, graphic designer, former soldier, and former sailor. Wayne has been widely published in both online and hard copy creative writing magazines. From 2016 to 2017 Wayne fulfilled a lifelong dream of running his own magazine, called Degenerate Literature, sadly due to time restraints they closed shop.