All grown up…
It would be unwise to assume that all there is to know has been shed upon me…
I rub my face and look into the mirror, to see my own eyes staring back at me asking the same question that I beckon an the answer from my reflection…
Where has all the time gone?
The silence in the room is only broken once my soul begins to shift, yet I remain still… waiting patiently for an answer…
I stare until the surface of what everyone sees disappears… there are only two sets of very familiar eyes staring back into one another… dark brown portals with staircases leading to the depths of the soul…
At the bottom of those staircases are corridors to traverse years of travel in an intimate moment of solitude… It’s been well over twelve-thousand days… My feet and ankles ache, but not more than my heart when I ask the question…
How far have I come? And do not have an answer…
I see the grooves in my soul from walking in circles…
and it breaks my heart…
Then crushed by waves my body floods, I’m forced out of my trance and brought back to being face to face with myself in the mirror…
A tear rolls down my face… the room is silent but the onslaught of living my dreams whispers that I am free to do so; so long as I look at where I wish to go by saying…
Your life is immeasurable by any man, even yourself…
Just be willing to go the distance…
and a tear rolled down my face…
and I smiled.
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