In the aftermath

Breaking through the ages
In little pieces of mud
In the aftermath of thought
Demographically spaceless, forlorn
In isolation
With consolidations
A journey of unrest
Unmovable landscapes, puzzles
A stranger to my own life
In the aftermath
Lost sight in two fold emotions
Looking out the window
But sitting outside
Avoidable
Thinkable
Stories never told
In understatements
Through blank pages
Laid to rest
Like a journal
Uninteresting stories
It's my own ode
In a navigation map.