Walking..

Still walking..

And walking..

As I stand on my porch, tears in my eyes, things racing through my mind, I wish I could start walking on that long, wet and winding road. I could write how I'm exactly feeling but I'll only live to regret it.

As I walk through the rain, I'm soaking wet. Where am I going? Where have I been?

As I stop to look up at the moon, I see a clouded sky with not a single star up there. It's just black, dark pitch black. Only the raindrops, that are falling out of nowhere. And as the raindrops wash away my tears, I start walking again.