03.18.15

At night when streets are empty I often walk alone, like a girl lost in their shadows or the soul heir to their throne.

Re-tracing trails of strangers of travellers come and gone, these roads just seem to guide me like I'm their helpless pawn. I wander down back alleys through narrow passage ways, I never see the sun come up though it seems I walk for days. The streetlamps have burnt out and so I follow the moon, I don't know where I'm going I just hope I get there soon. Sometimes I search for freedom and pray it's round the bend, though when I turn each corner the city shows no end. I have no destination just a lonely, heavy heart and so I keep on walking as though my footsteps create art. - AMK