The silence on the streets and the dull thud of your shoe on the gravel is realization, of how detached you are from the world. Walk.
I hear the sound of my every move. I match it to the thumping of my heart. The universe is in place, my soul is at peace. I walk.
But the lash of somber and the wind carry the message, the stench of the asphalt and the soul hinged broken. I walk.
The bloody trail, the warmth on my cheek and the noises in my head sanctimoniously speak. I listen. I witness. I walk.
Everything seeps within; I push harder against the light, searching for a new meaning, something that might be right. I walk.
Closing myself to the scourges, I whisper to the strong woman inside the girl "search within". I tumble, but I walk. I walk.
There’s a force, a drive that explodes in a million pieces. I walk to be free, I walk to be found and I walk to go nowhere.
I walk to go nowhere.
-- Varun & Mitchelle
Author's note:
This is an amalgamation of a random conversation we both had. It's the musings of our hearts. It paints a picture. And each of you will be able to see a different story. Hope you guys like this effort. We'll work on some more. Cheers!
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