lucidlylost

The path goes ever on and on, we know not how or where. Yet still, as suns and moons and stars wash overhead our soles grind down the stones. Leaves swirl Twigs snap Dust puffs and petals bruise Strong rocks vibrate with thuds. Loosen-crack-moan-slip-grind-roll-whip-crash One foot- the path forever changed. Fresh worms and ants and ghekos and birds. New homes New foods New stepping stones. Dirty untied shoelaces leave pretty twirling ribbons in geometric sand flowers trailing Hansel and Gretel's path. We crunch, we stomp We bend, we bump as we bumble straight through the life If we paused If we stopped If we breathed If we thought Would the