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.

wasn't it time who leads your footsteps to me?
but the time was so wrong and so do we
our love sinks very fast like the sun into the sea
how I always thought we were meant to be

and if by any chance the time made its apology
I wish your footsteps find their way back to me

-

"I'm not promising you anything,
but if I ever come back to you with a ring
you have to promise me you'll say yes"

*"I promise"

I was staring at my footsteps today
And I remembered how small my feet are
Maybe that's why you didn't stick around
Because his imprint was bigger than mine

I told myself I was being silly
I walked the other way

Then I thought of how you always dreamed of being covered in tattoos
And I thought of all the conclusions I had drawn for you
It made no sense to me why you'd leave
For he hadn't drawn one blueprint for your tattoos

I stepped toward where I stood before

You hadn't been around for months
You hadn't seen my latest paintings
Or tasted the Indian stir fry noodles I slaved over---

I took another step

You hadn't seen how my hair had grown
Before I trimmed my ends---

I took another step

You didn't know how in love I was
or what my plans were for the next week---

I took another step

That I plan to go out of the country this summer---

I took another step

I found myself at your door

I remember how twisted I felt knocking with ****** knuckles on your door
Trying to talk to you but
You don't call me anymore

I walked away from your door