My foot ebbs in the sand as I trace my steps through the echoes of my timeline.
I can see myself turning to watch the past seeing the paths divided watching me step from life to life.
It’s like watching the stars glitter, interconnected in stardust light splitting as each echo moves to and from swaying, twirling, a dance of consequence, reminding me of the lives I have led and loved before me.
I can see the blank canvas of myself waiting to push forward, to wander and amble, through unseen whiteness, the shores of my past echoing behind me a line of decisions chasing my footsteps.
Have I given up too much? Every step taken drops light glittering to sand, I am connected in body and mind with the choices I make and the path that I have taken. I am a trail of stardust glittering gently through this world questioning the connections I believe in.
Blood streams through my veins pounding in my ears like the beat of a heart, thumping louder and then slower moving gently like the baseline sound of a drum as it echoes its final note.
Should I turn back? How can I find my way? Will I be enough?
But my past doesn’t answer it is silent in its echoes splitting through the branches of choice as I understand.
The past holds only the answers of reflection. It cannot shout nor whisper, it does not guide it only forewarns.
And there’s a peace in knowing that, in understanding that the paths lead back to my dust, my light, my life.
So I feel the trace of my foot as it murmurs softly through the dropped light of possibility smirking as I watch my past chase my steps, I tilt my head turn ahead, and whisper gently to myself,
“Come on then, keep up.”
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