Walking down a desolate road

nothing to my right

nothing to my left

just keep moving

should I stop

I know not would happen

Should I hesitate

the consquences could be dire

I know not what lies before me

all I know is the past

the past is like a surprise visitor

sometimes the guest is merrily welcomed

bringing joy

other times the guest is a burden

weighing you down

making you question the things you have done

but you need to keep moving

remember only the good times

remember no matter what you do

you can repent and better yourself

and keep the hope something better is coming

nothing stays harsh forever

hold your head high

and know

no matter what you do

no matter what you say

someone is waiting for you

at the end of your journey

their arm is extended

and they are beckoning you forward

longing to bring you home

we are always moving never stopping.

Oh weary traveler
How can you even stand to walk  beside me?
I am but a simple girl
Nothing special

Craving for the adventure
That never comes
The sweet taste of freedom
Fresh on my lips
Not today, not ever

I walk down a familiar path
Hoping to find an unexpected turn
I hope to lose myself
But I just come out the other side
As always

"You will go to the paper towns and you will never some back."
I find this to be true
The paper towns are slowly suffocating me
Dragging me down into the deep darkness of familiarity
Peter, come retrieve your Wendy
Alice lead me to the rabbit hole

My life is made up of landmarks on a map leading nowhere