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To what country will I gallivant to next?
Where to go?
Where to run?
Where to flee from the shadow pasts I leave behind?
How do I escape her this time?
How?
Just another ball of ill-regarded garbage.
What an annoyance.
Pests.
fuzzy lifeforms around me
dancing and clinging to whomever will hold them
what an fascinating existence
but not envied by any.
discarded.
One hundred miles away I saw her.
Saw her smile.
Saw her eyes.
Saw her beauty.
Saw her flaws.
Saw her perfection.
Naked and glowing in the horizon's sun.
The affairs of almost lovers is a victimless crime full of pain, anxiety, fear, and regret.
When you come so close to touching, and devouring each others spirit, how can you ever go back?
I am on trial. I'm very guilty. And yet.
I am not afraid. I'm not going to face death.
And yet.
I am on trial, but there is no justice.
Despite all that I wish to do, I am only what I am.
I am a man with ambition.
I am a man with tools.
I am a man with a dream.
And yet, I must admit, that I am just a man.