Bubbles and Roadmaps

A story of running away...feel free to add. Not really sure where it's going yet though.

Deep within the realm of a bubble

shining like the glowing eyes

of cast-off headlights

is the flicker of hope

that I shield inside of me

as I let my battered sneakers

tear across the sidewalk

one footstep at a time

In a direction

that is yet to be discovered.

The End

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