I will see you again soon.
And my heart sinks when I think about it.
Cause I know it will be the last time I see you, and you don't know. That will be the day I'm leaving the thing we called us behind for good.
I can already feel how heavy my steps are gonna be when I walk away from you for the last time.
Never to look back or return.

I know you don't care, but I do.
And another piece of my heart is going to die that day.
I am going to leave all the broken pieces behind, they're gonna follow me like a trail on my way home.
But I'm gonna leave them there. Scattered on the road, to never pick up again.
They will fade as people walk all over them daily not knowing. And with time it will all be lost.
The pain, broken pieces and the bad memories. YOU.

I used to walk down the block to the bus stop everyday.
Whether it was a bright sunny day, or a dark icy winter before the sun woke up, I was there...

Walking.

Backpack slung over my shoulder, alto saxophone in its case in my right hand. Leaning to the left to balance out the weight so I didn't fall over walking over the uneven rectangles of grey rock.

Artificial building blocks that make the world flat.

When I was little, I rode my bike to a nearby school park. They had a water park right by the school and surrounding the drain was a wide circle of bricks set in the ground.

But they had to take some of the bricks out of the ground, I don't know why. But they filled the gap with cement...

And lucky for me, I had gotten to that water park just before the liquid rock turned to solid ground. I pressed my right foot into that patch of grey. Just barely leaving the treads of my shoe in the cement.

I sometimes stop by to visit that old water park. Some 10 years later and that mark in the cement is still there. And no one will know it was me who left a temporary mark on that patch of grey all those years ago.

My footsteps are bigger now. I can run faster now.

Or maybe I can just walk.

I am older now. I don't take the bus much anymore. I drive my car to get where I'm going. I run everywhere, I don't take the time to walk through my life. I live too fast.

I've made mistakes.
I have regrets.

And even if I don't want to...

I have to walk with them.

I have to accept my actions and live with the consequences. I must walk slowly with my choices. My rights and wrongs... my own self inflicted pain.

I step in rhythm with the music playing through my headphones. I don't step on the lines that divide the building blocks of my pathway. I follow the grey brick road, not traveling with anyone this time.

So now I am leaving.
I will take everything.

My guilt.
My shame.
My regret.
My heart.
My mind.

I will go...

Song lyrics slung across my backbone...
Guitar in my right hand.
Ipod in my left hand.

I look ahead at the sidewalk before me.
I feel the sun on my skin, and the wind in my hair.
I breathe...

And I walk.

They always were as they are now, weaving there
toes between the earth. Do you know how many footsteps
can move the earth beneath the impressions of the
gravity of there every single motion.

                                                               "No neither me,

But their inclination of premature motivation is the
driving force between every footstep that greets with
forward motions. The phosphorescent blossom that
is held within each others possession that neither will relinquish.
                                                     ­                 
                                               ­  "Does breath extinguish hope,

No it revitalises that which was given luminosity through
words of encouragement, for when the foreboding Cimmerian
clings to the edges of what was vivid but now dulled by the
effects of a stain that inclines upon the naivety of creations breath.

                                                      "­How many flickers make a light,

That was the inevitable questioning of everything that followed,
every breath that was extinguished suffocated from existences
unobscured exhalation. But breath cant be asphyxiated if each
hold an respiration of a lingering flicker. Each did breath for the other.

"Though a radiance  is extinguished,
                        *"There is always another burning bright,

You are your own footsteps:
The more you take,
The more you leave behind.

echoed steps faster pace
shadows on every corner
running with no destination
tripping over her confusion
she's now on the ground
eyes covered with fright

I am not cognitive of the realism
of where my feet tread upon this
illumination of understanding.

Am I standing on solid matter below
my lingering movements or is this a
focal point of a mind perplexingly confused.

I jump, listen to that which is speaks
in unheard volume, can you hear
it scream with each mentioned movement

Step inside my reasoning,  and listen
to the fractured fusion of a cradled
maddening tip toeing inside.

*"I cut the ground and wait for it to bleed in pain,

Walking in my footsteps
Keeping with the beat  
Movements in its memory kept
As I walk the street.

In every facet of light that's known
It's always by my side.
With every movement ever shown
Does it dare try to hide.

It bothers some,
It doesn't bother me
It keeps its place
And lets me be.

Some try to deny
That it's there at all
They question why
You can't see it when darkness falls.

It's called a shadow to some of us,
To others, I do not know.
A controversy and a fuss
The subject starts to grow.

You see, my shadow is a reflection of God in me,
A reminder from above.
The greatest assurance there could ever be
That I'm always surrounded with love.

have you ever know somebody too well
you even recognize their footsteps sound?
how those thumps match your heartbeat
as the person walks towards your feet
and the moment his skin touches yours,
you remember why you are made for

I'm with everyone I know,
Running in our lifetime's race.
But I just can't shake this feeling
That I'm never going to place.

They all have their hearts set on something
And is it something that I have done,
To cause me to run with aimless footsteps
Simply chasing the horizon?

They're all clutching onto something,
And they put their hope in it.
But for some reason, I never seem
To be able to commit.

One by one they find their goal,
And take off sprinting away.
Leaving me in the dust,
To chase the horizon again today.

And it's not their fault, I know.
They think that I am running too.
I told them I was coming,
But I'm just watching them run through.

Why can't I see their inspiration?
Each time I think I know,
I trip and lose the thought I had.
And I'm far to tired to go.

I'm tired of having no purpose,
Just living an act of treason.
I hope they'll stop for a breath and see,
That I'm a runner without a reason.