A lonely person standing on a field in the fog
Photo by Jakub Kriz on Unsplash

Too early — not yet four.

Numbing thoughts of final days won’t leave.
I have no purpose, not found sense,
no guard against this grief.

Nothing happens for a reason — but I gave it one — or two,
perhaps more while I’m lost and left asunder.

There are no…

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Hotse Langeraar

Hotse Langeraar

Born in Europe, arrived in USA and my dreams came true. From commodities to investment banker, I became an author and I’m still dreaming. I write about change.