Are My Own

By |May 30th, 2013|Uncategorized|0 Comments

Somewhere between 3rd wind and R.E.M.; I find peace. The footsteps that kiss the pavement; are my own. The miles that silently pass by; are my own. The sweat that stings my eyes and flavors life; are my own. And I will share all this; If... you... can... keep... up.