jessica-faye

Walking has forever been an endless endeavor; to which most seem not to mind. My feet are tired is my only reply.
Holding a deeper meaning to a mind like mine. Creating questions I have yet to decline.
I must get the answers I seek as now my knees are starting to get weak.
Where do we go when no path is formed?
If walking lost in thought does our soul direct our stride or do our feet encircle a lie?
Can we truly get behind if we walk backwards instead?
These and such are those that fill my head, development of depth began when I took my first steps. Now left weary and meek; still without answers that I strongly seek.
I am able to sit for a bit; lost in natures beauty
curiously wondering why I ever through a fit!

-jfCC