Feels like Sound.
A lost traveler is a found soul;
Wandering these broken streets alone.
Grounded to nothing while attached to something unknown.
Content in the seams of desires unfounded and deeply expressed.
Run Love! There's everything for you here and that too shall be taken away as the theft of my fallen angel's un sounded trumpets.
She walks alone with companionship.
She dances in the dawn forgetting You.