I sat amongst friends, feeling sorry for myself
I stood and began walking
I took up a stick that was about my hight and use it as a staff
after about two hours I realized I was lost
I called my friends to navigate me home
All ten miles I thought about her
It was the first time I knew she wouldn't be there when I got home
I wasn't thrilled about going home either
I sang songs of her and for her
Oh lord, why can't I get her out of my head?
I saw women on my walk and shortly after
I tried to see women in a different light
but all I could see was her smiling face
her beautiful frame
her hauntingly beautiful eyes
I knew I had it bad
But I was lost
My walk continued until it was dark
I reflected how a figure dressed in all black with a trench coat and a hat looked walking down a highway
I continued until found myself back where I started
Feeling a little better
But I couldn't walk away from her like I thought...
after 10 miles...she's still on my mind
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Hear my words, may they move you in whatever direction your soul sees fit
"I am Not what I am"
~ Iago, Othello, the Moor of Venice
~ Iago, Othello, the Moor of Venice