Sun Blazing in my eyes ,
Hair dancing in the wind...
Sitting on this old wooden staircase.
My dreams used to be layed out on a clothes line for all to see.
Now they are tucked away in my pockets.
My Hands tremble as I reach inside, as I touch the worn out paper and stare at my very big writting
something starts to happen.
The staircase begins to move and become longer and longer, until I cant even see where it ends anymore.A strand of Golden string appears at the bottom of my feet, I grab ahold of it and begin this new journey.Unsure of where it is leading me I find reassurance in the soft golden string that lies limp in the center of my palm.
* Part 2 Coming Soon!
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