My dreams of freedom have stayed out of reach, long enough to become a liability. I am looking for signs, signs that would whisper to me what I already know but don't want to believe. I hoped I would not find a trail, but its hard to miss my own footsteps when I look back. The past dark with all the moments scribbled across the fabric of time. My mind had slaved me to see what I wanted, feel what I needed. Now that I stand here at the horizon, it has left me in front of the truth. I saw things which were never real!
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