Untitled Rambling

I walk on as if there is no destination, haunted by my shadow shouting rhymes at me, screaming about who i used to be and not letting me forget it. but hey, i’m not really mad… just disappointed, right? And though my feet bleed and my muscles ache, I am driven watching the miles pass like years beneathe my stumbling feet, unchanging, always searching. Before my hope dies, my body will wither as my heart breaks. a journey of a thousand lifetimes, hundreds of routes taken to find this end and here i stand, close enough to reach out and touch you, to remember that you are real… not just a wonderful figment of my imagination, but flesh and blood and standing, big as life before me. I tremble and shake, my blood boils in my veins, this moment is palpable, the air thick as i struggle to pull it in and out of my lungs… the silence stretches on as every monologue i’ve ever written to you, every poem and story and letter and note evaporates from my head. i remember you had green eyes, like muted jade and they pierced me like daggers when they filled up with tears. my stomach is knotted, my mouth dry… i don’t know what to say to you anymore… i don’t even know where to begin. what i do know now is that i will do everything in my power to make you believe in me again. just as soon as i find my voice, i hope you are the first to hear it.