My legs hurt like crazy.
But i just want to keep walking.
Till my feets are numb and my stomach hurts.
Walking till I reach the end of this world of fantasy.
And walk into pure reality.
Till cramps eat me up to the marrows of sanity.
Walking like the voice in my head directs.
Following the trail of my hidden tears.
Till I behold the beauty of sun rise and sun set.
Dark sky plastered with the royalty of the moon and elegance of stars.

Going on till I tread upon the glistening cluster like rain drops on glass.
Taking in the fullness of emptiness to the brim.
When my limbs are weak and my lips doesn't sync to the rhythm of my faint heart I'd keep on exploring the heights and plains.
When my lids resist the beauty of the water ripples, I'd go over the bricks and bars.
Standing at the edge of memory's cliff.
I'd laugh and cry and smile, not a single sound produced by my mouth.

Hear the soothing songs of the water spirits, a hidden call in the whistles of the wind.
The embrace of nature's ripper.
Just a step further with a blank mind and open arms.
© immaculee-marie