October 14, 2010
Oh how I loathe the paths I walk upon.
How every bone, muscle, every tissue follows along with my travels,
for I travel no where.
I've taken footsteps to distances unheard of, far along the oceans of my mind,
yet I travel no where.
My soul, forever trapped beneath its own plan of self destruction.
Measures being taken to the highest toll.
The flight of my life decreases with each step.
No longer shall I shed the words to despair upon these forsaken lips.
Nor shant I loiter along the lines of my dreams, for as long as I walk this dirt filled Earth,
I must not spoil my existance.
Portraying my mind at the speed of my feet,
I shall travel somewhere. <3

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