I was walking last night on a path that someone else had laid.
It was curved, with slight changes and subtle flaws.
The pebbles underneath my life described my thoughts,
as they scratched against a thousand stones seemingly identical.
The motion of my body was slow and steady,
completely obscuring the cascading flurry of my dreams.
I thought of hope and of desire,
of finding myself at the destination of this circular route.
I wandered through each step with purpose,
not knowing if I would find myself traveling alone.
The words in my head detailed the things I witnessed,
the very fiber of life that creates something whole.
Each phrase, each pebble,
every word, every grain,
built upon like-minded destiny,
becoming a route to an amazing place.
My spirit bore no resemblance to serenity,
it was a place of deafening silence, of blazing resurrection.
A life finding itself in a place it was never meant to see,
taken from beneath a thousand other souls,
Believing itself to be common, like everything around it,
until simply it traveled on a journey of unspoken conversation.
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