One foot in front of the other, one sleep after the next. Crossing days off my calendar, watching the seasons change on the leaves outside my window.
A lifetime has passed since we saw each other last, and I've rushed my way through every day since. Filling my time and mind with task after task, boy after boy, party after party. All the while, watching the clock, flipping calendar pages.
Somewhere along the line, the sprint has turned into a marathon, and my shows seem to have gotten stuck in the mud.
Stuck in October, it seems.
Stuck on this one calendar page.
And as much as I hate a rush order on the future, all I can think about is the road back to you.
One foot in front of the other, one sleep after the next.
About the Creator
MM
20-something in a city far too big and far too small, with dreams far too big and far too small.
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