The dust walks by me.
The feet kisses scraps of unhindered paper.
The wind grazes against the skin roughly.
And, I walk ahead.
Unmindful of what I leave behind.
Among the butchered silence.
My destiny was never bound to any place.
Any name.
Any memory.
For there comes a time, once in a while, when the whole world outside is quiet, in waiting, and the only sound in the world is your heart pounding in your chest.
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