My feet can barley with stand dragging my soul to the places it longs to know. These familiar places and faces, retain me like a chain to the floor. And I cannot tell witch one is a sacrifice, I am eager to be long, but it is true what they say about the absence making the heart grow fonder. So I am stuck, in contemplation; hoping that time will tell me, and I will rightly listen. One day I will travel, but today I am building memories. I will not settle for less, but where is perfect?
"dedication is imagination blended with dedication" - Brittany Castleton
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