The Road

Sometimes I forget that time is passing. All the things I swore I would do when I was older sit dusty like forgotten books on my shelves. Milestones left upturned, I look back at my younger years in a blur and I don’t even know that person, yet I walk on the path that she paved. Rickety and obstacle ridden, unfinished construction, started and abandoned

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