Journal Two

Oh, what a wondrous dream she has to grow, to learn, to live. A quick thought and worry that she might have to wander alone. If she must wander alone, then so she shall. A shake, a shiver, and a glance to her left. What does she see, but an animal with unconditional love waiting, an willing, to follow her into darkness. A smile from his face and a nod of approval. A sense of ill-belonging fell over her body as she walked along a brick pathway to a lonesome destination. Her mind swelled and she ran. She followed her feet along a snow covered cement walk to a valley of hatred, dirty-secretive words, and superficiality. A gracious pass from an on-looker gave her the strength to return to a beneficial, yet degenerative, places of intellect, and corruption. She sleeps with her eyes against the moon and her back pressed to the Earth. Super Tramp, she think with a hint of laughter. Her mind on repeat of events past and events still to come. Who will be there to listen to her feelings, aspirations, her worries, and her fallacies? Is this who she constantly seeks, but is seemingly right before her body? Unknowingly, she travels a faded trail. Full of ambition and wonder, she sets her heart to a steady pace, and runs...