allsage
They were cracked, dirtied. Such a pretty face, such a light voice if it weren't for her the soles of her soul, you wouldn't have guessed how far she'd traveled
Young. Foolish. Scared. I walked through the night, danger lurking behind every corner. I knew not where I was, where I was going. The thought both refreshed and terrified me. Searching for something. Nedding. Wanting. So badly
Through the valley of thought over cloudy hills of dream, we wander. Through heart, through soul searching for the common tangible (or intangible) we wander aimlessly with only a thread of desire to guide,
I wondered. Wandered. Through dreams-where you are, what you do, what you might be. Reflections stare, glare back at me the space beside is empty. And I wonder a great many things- and one of them is- do you wonder about me.
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