I forgot my name, between the wind in my hair and the blood in my mouth. You see, I've left myself behind and I am not sure exactly why, but I am filled with such a freeing feeling that all I can do is continue to run along this line beside me. I wonder just where it will lead me and if I'll see other beings there, who have followed this path I tread. You see, I think I'm running towards something, a new future in the distance with bright times and a steady beat. Sometimes, I dream that the sun has swallowed this place in its warm embrace, that even now it smiles down upon everything dark and dreadful, which then become warm and filled with home without losing their calm severity. Sometimes, I dream of things left behind that have filled up years of another time, and I wonder if I should go back, but then all thoughts are lost again and I am just racing myself to another life, another name. You see, I lost my name to the wind and pain, and all I can do is just run along this path ingrained.
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Open Hearts
General FictionDo you know what it is that which we feel? Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps. It's all just thoughts in my (your) head.
