New post. Dwelling.

Oh how hard the knife twists in my heart. Anger, jealousy, desires. Glory, pride and ambition caress my face with their fingertips as I stand tall stilling circumstance and braving the inevitable. Arms cocked to my side, my gaze affixed on the future as I lift my tired step to walk another mile. The road so far has been such a rocky one, cobbled with a broken heart and scattered with the dusty remains of effort.

Over the mirage a cherished dream lies in suspended animation. Reaching out to be envisaged, held in my hands to be realized, molded in tactility. I have walked for days, months and years. A step ahead, two steps behind and then a leap that would engulf the miles before me with morbid hunger. The soles of my feet are caked with the scars of defeat, these eyes wrought with the joy of resolve. It's time for the next step to follow.