mood: Pensive
music: Greenday - Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Fluttering snowflakes, deafening silence. Solitary footprints of mine in the snow. The midnight hour creeps up as I trek home - a lone figure cutting through the icy lanes.
I look back and see the steps I've taken to reach where I am now. Slips I've had a few. Mis-steps aplenty. Chargrin at my old self is what I feel. Footsteps begin anew with firmness. It's good to be able to walk on with surety. Feels good to move forward.
"Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone"
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