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Why love is the last thing that comes first...

Drunk in my own thoughts, I wish to walk down the same road.
Feet struggling to take the step forward, deep breaths follow my instructions. My destiny, in my own hands. Finally a thread I was chasing for long, is now in my hand.

But Why do I want to let it go? I walk the other way. Dragging my hand on the side bars of the street. My eyes look around for the same. A dash of the same old hope. No intentions on my  mind, I want to reach my destination. Following my heart was easy, knowing what it really wanted was difficult.

I want the new. I want me. I wish to let the thread slip away. I will feel relieved. Twisting it between my fingers, I stare at the vastness of the ocean. The corners never could define the largeness of it all. Even the brightest star looks out for its reflection. I am questioned. I am unanswered.

Truth is, the crossroads will define where I go. But life's making a pass at it. I wonder where will I go.

- Robin

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