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first month lost

in scandinavia somewhere

solo cruises on a skateboard through

seaside village streets, and

other towns and cities

existing in their own worlds

in their own minds

always more lost words to be written and forgotten

always photos to steal souls

wander - a nameless face

feel curious watchful eyes gazing

needing more solo journeys

staring out windows of trains,

watching colourful blurs of graffiti pass

observe people, surroundings

wonder what stories could be told