Written by Emily Harstone | December 2, 2016
Always look ahead, never around distractingly
The water, crooked path led nowhere.
The best fishing is out there
And then the old dock collapsed.
I decided I’d keep skipping.
Whatever the path, I was home.
It was so real, this dream.
Into nothing the bridge extended; precarious.
Where shall my path lead to?
We swore to never part again.
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Always look ahead, never around distractingly
The water, crooked path led nowhere.
The best fishing is out there
And then the old dock collapsed.
I decided I’d keep skipping.
Whatever the path, I was home.
It was so real, this dream.
Into nothing the bridge extended; precarious.
Where shall my path lead to?
We swore to never part again.