Footsteps

I follow the footsteps, but I get tired. I look around. There is chair; I sit in it. I enjoy the waves and the sunset. The footsteps are big. They seem like they start running. What are they running too? Or from? I don’t see any other foot prints but mine. Maybe I am walking in some one else’s foot prints?

I’m in no hurry. I like to look around take it all in. What’s the hurry? Why are they running? Who are they running from? Are they running to someone? I don’t want to follow in someone else’s footprints. I want to make my own. I bet if I sit here long enough the waves will erase the footprints. Well then, who or what will I follow? I have traveled this far aloneĀ  I guess the future will be the same.

I did feel excited when I was walking by the foot prints but when they ran I sat down. I am not in that much of a hurry I would rather enjoy where I am. I love it the sunset is so pretty tonight.

Maybe I was put on this earth to be alone. Maybe I will find someone who wants to walk by my footsteps. I’m not going to worry about what I can’t change. I am just going to rest, take in the sunset, and let the waves reset the footprints

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