We were born with a purpose. At least, that is what I would like to think... however every dreary day that stumbles forward diminishes what little hope I had left. Here I am, on the otherside of the world from my destiny, and for two hundred years I haven't made a step in the right direction. I learned my lesson, long ago and I don't wish to repeat it again.
With every sunrise, with every full moon swelled, I realize that I have more than what any human would want. I am not even alone- there are others like me, dotted along the sore infected Earth. On a practicality scale, I have what I need and I am happy. But with every sunset, with every faded sliver moon, I realize that I am not content. I am alone.
I walk infinitely through the tendrils of faded grass, through the damp clouds of the sky, through the sighing seas of every ocean.
I could die if I wanted to, yet I am afraid....
THE LAST DANCE
... coming July 16th ...