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Along the trails of life,
I have found myself a nomad of emotions,
journeying on with one purpose,
which is to journey on,
in my pendulum,
there have been but brief moments,
where my journey has halted,
before I start again,
and my life is to travel,
to find a safe home,
that only exist in my deepest imagination,
and those few moments where life has halted for me,
and let me smell my roses.
My journey,
is never pointless,
there is something new around every bend,
and so I journey on,
without a map,
but only with a hope,
that is deeper than anything I know.
In some ways, I have been broken,
in some ways I have been healed,
and yet I journey on,
hoping to leave with the whole shell I was given,
hoping for understanding,
of my never ending journey,
my morals, my life,
are far from simple,
but I have found them to fit my past journey,
and prevent similar wounds,
and with every wound,
I journey on,
for I am not dead,
or fleeing,
I am just doing what I was meant to do,
the scales of strength and weakness balance,
and I always sometimes end stronger,
but I am always the stronger one,
or the weaker one,
I am never the equal,
in my journey,
perhaps the very thing that my journey is for.
