Sometimes the line I'm walking feels like a circle.
And round and round we go.
I'm not sure how I got in this loop, but I can't help thinking I'm supposed to learn something. Anything.
It's strange when all your surroundings are familiar, the same, but you feel out of place.
Out of time.
Still, I walk.
This journey is endless.
Direction-less at times.
Surprising because nothing ever really changes.
Yet, one foot goes in front of the other.
Footprints in the sand, earth, snow, wet paint.
I have it.
Except, the solution to the problem wasn't the answer I first thought it was.
Can't push to go faster. Can't force steadiness.
Listening to heartbeats, words on quivering lips, and silence.
I will find my way.
But we may not make it together.
Our hands might slip.
And our paths may fork.
But we will find our homes.
They will be safe.