Path for One
This path I walk has not the space for another…
These feet carry me forward while this heart carries me back. Gone are the days of that sweet symphony, the sound of your heart singing to mine. But if this be as you say…if all is fate, and will is but a basturd son of forgotten concepts, then let the pieces fall as they fall. Let the gentle, firm hands of destiny shape this soul, and take it far from the pain that has always defined it. I shall open this damaged flesh and flow forth a river of crimson justice. and to you who reached in so deep, you who pulled me apart so that i might learn to heal, I hope you can swim…
This is the first thing I’ve written in over a year. I’m trying to find my way back to this pure form of expression, but its gonna take some time. Please don’t judge this piece too harshly. Not thrilled with myself.
Blessings!
-Flow
