Tuesday, December 22, 2015

1.

Eyes wandering around,
Hands shaking, feet frozen,
The fuzzy sweater that I wore,
Nothing as compared to December snow.
I walk and walk
Down the abbey, from junction to junction
Passing every block of shops
Passing every people that I barely know
My feet sore,
My muscles ached,
My tummy growling,
But the journey is just started,

 I must not stop.

fin.