Forward I march past the store as all of my darkest thoughts are projected onto the window, being bent and changed into whatever society wants. My shadow is thrown onto a little girl's lollipop, which is now contaminated with the depths of my hell. She has now been taken. Forward I march. Then the elderly couple. The single mother. The unborn child. They are all gone. Forward I march. I, nor my shadow, look back. Only forward can we march in a world like this. Only straight can we go because if we don't where else can we move onto? The sun angles my despair onto the innocent college student and I can only watch as, one by one, everyone is shown my way of life. The way of not living. Just marching forward. Forward we march as the sun sets behind the foreign hills. Forward we march As a group. A community exposed to the deepest hells. Pain, suffering, love. Forward we march.
