Me.
Weary Feet.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
I'm standing right here, and I can see clearly where I need to go next. I know exactly how to take my steps, I know exactly how to start treading the ground ahead.
But I'm hesitant. The road ahead is paved in gold, the trees that line it sway rhythmically to the gentle song of the wind, and everything I need lies in wait for me at the end of it.
Everything seems perfect.
I'm not ready for it. And so I think I'll stand here a little while longer and admire the view.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:31 PM
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