Amidst all the tree trunks and roots out the ground, I am out with lanterns looking for the same traces, thinking they could lead me to the same paths I had previously walked. I look for traces hoping I won't find them because I know they could take me to my own ruins and once I am there again, I might not return to spread the words.
It is a muddy walk throughout the forest inside my chest - it's when you know the way and yet you get lost because you don't want to find the finish line. And while walking carelessly through the muddy roots, I also think about a hand to guide me. Crooked fingers around my wrist taking me on.
I'm just searching for better days.
Intentions are so powerful. I wonder where they come from: the essence of my heart or the duality of my desires? How can one be safe around the intentions of others when one can't figure out their own. Open hearted I chase you and I know you chase me with one eye on me and one eye on others. Online, you are.
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