i am a million different people. one for every second,
i've ever had a conscious thought. for every second
i've ever been aware of my own existence.
and there is no person that i should be striving towards.
because the moment i reach her, and obtain
her brilliant, generous, selfless, people-loving, peace-seeking qualities,
she will be gone.
i must make every step.
deliberately clambering.
deliberately continuing.
i must make every step on a staircase that has no trajectory.
where each step ahead only comes when
i've reached the next.
and whether it's up or down.
i must keep it. hold it for that moment. and keep moving.