reasons

Everything I’ve done in life and worked up for seems to be something I’m always confused about. Whether I’ve taken the right road, if my legs will keep up, if my heart will keep up. I don’t know, but I keep going. I’ve got expectations to be met. I’m nothing without those. Nothing at all. Doodles and writing won’t get me further up the road, it’ll just slow me down, let me take my time to understand things that are already done and over and gone. Sometimes all I want is to build myself up just so I can pull that last block from underneath to send me down hard. Hard and fast but slow at the same time. I’m tired of taking my life slow. I want to break myself into pieces just to see if I can put them back together again. In a way, I want to lose to live. I want to lose to win this game of playing puppeteer for someone who I know is not me. I want to meet another stray along the road, I want to tell you the world, I want to confide everything I know in that stray along the road. Because of that one similarity; the fact that we are both strays, I find that I can trust someone I don’t even know. I want share that little piece of me in you. I want you to see who I am, and I’m there inside of you, nestled in a corner of your soul. No more walking back anymore. No more walking back to take the other route. No more walking.

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