And every night
Before I close my mind to the world
I pray that you’ll come back
An indication that you're still alive
I sit and I wait
First an hour
A day, a week
How long do I wait?
Do I run?
Do I try to forget?
You haunt my dreams,
You haunt my writing, my photos
I see you in everything
But I can't see
You
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This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
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