The act of walking-

moving, always moving-

inspires connection.

Under stars and street lamps,

through streets and sidewalks,

strolling. The destination

is imperfect, the journey

is nebulous, but the words ring true.

 

Connection and communication.

One idea to another,

flowing and twisting.

A time of open hearts,

bleeding the secrets of

eighteen years, alone and

surrounded.

 

New light mingles with

street lamps, casting thoughts

and shadows and discovery

across the years.

Sharing and consoling,

exposing and healing.

 

Connection and communication.

One story, echoing

through two lives.

Through a thousand lives.

Different words, same thoughts.

Emotions fly, tears run,

and bonds form.

 

New light mingles with

old shadows, banishing

and freeing. Rain falls,

cleansing the road.

Tears fall, cleansing the soul.

 

The act of walking-

away from pain

away from fear-

inspires.

Above, the stars shine.

The destination is here.

The journey is here.

The words are done.

The life is here, now.