I walk and walk with cold hands. Back at the house it is filled with longing, nothing to carry longing away. I look back over my life. I try to find analogies. There are none. I have longed for people before, I have loved people before. Not like this. It was not this.
I should never stop walking.. when there are stars I walk toward them and when they fade I follow the sun.. thank you for sharing those beautiful words, images and for sure the beautiful piece by Dustin .