Updated: Aug 6, 2018
January 4, 2010
I want to leave a good mark to every footprint. For every crest and every valley, lies a sharp bladed line of how a man confines and confides in his passion to not just the subject he seeks, but to the shadows that overlap those markings on the gravel path. To pace and ponder the meek and eager lining of such a distinction would only fathom of what lies below nor above. For an arrow slicing through such a dimension or any likewise, with its gasping pace it can never accompany a pair. But for a man to find the prints that survives him beyond his lacklustered shadow, he should be content with the narrow path that lines the blade of neutral.