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Thursday, November 1, 2007

A trail I left.

Everytime I look back, I see a trail. One of myself, one that I unknowingly left behind. But I seem perfectly fine, nothing of me lost to the trail behind. Where then does it come from?

I feel something funny, something lost, a part of me in fact. And when I look deeper within, I see a void. Not that anything fell out. But the very self I had lost left a gaping hole for an emptiness to fill.

As I peer into the distance ahead, I wonder if trudging forward would culminate in my dissolution from within, ending up as nothing more than a mere face walking the land, with only a skin-deep existance. One so fragile. So fragile.

As I step forward again, I glance backwards, hoping to see an end to a trail.