income

without a trace on my path... i look forward to what's beyond that line...

was someone behind? i don't know for i didn't turn back, not again, if someone follows or leaves, i care not anymore... if there's someone next to me, that's what i'll notice for sure...

thristy, not hungry, thirsty... and the land reclaims my feet and my breath... i don't scream anymore, just listen to the breeze i missed for so long... and missed... and missed...

it isn't cold, it isn't hot and not even warm feeling nothing but that calm loneliness right in the begining of this new trip... far away