I followed footprints in a path well trod they led me nowhere new. I pause at every turning still, heartbeats in a queue.
I watch the birds take flight from the sodden field, so graceful as they soar. Far below I watch them still, never needing more.
I taste the salt from the winter gale and hunger for that chill. The numbness that brings me to life, floating upon the thrill.
I want to be at the waters edge and forget the world exists. To feel that thunder in my veins, to let it all go from my unclenched fists.