ghost castle

footprints

i see my footprints all around me. . .

deep, entrenched ones that i beat into the ground time and time again. . .

light, whispy ones i tentantively took towards some path better than the one i know. . .

the rain wipes away those indecisive tracks, the evidence of when i tried to change my direction, find a new way forward. . .

but ended up just staying in the rut.

back.