...In every street there are
marks left by footsteps
Remnants
of an unknown tale
Some are even scarred
and some are
distinct
that we perceive them as special
and hold on to them
so desperately
because we never wanted
to walk alone
We fear
a lot of things and we
find security in it
because
deep inside
we hope
that the marks will remain
and the presence will be renewed
Seems alibis
bring salvation from what is
true
until we get frustrated
and angry
because we tried
to hold on...