footsteps - they can lead you forward, or take you backwards, or to the side. back and forth, side to side, in the dark, in the light. everywhere, but nowhere, all at once. 'follow them' they say, 'leave them' they say. push, and pull. 'you don't know what it's like in my shoes.' do you know what it's like in mine? always listen, never speak. here, but not. trying, and failing. laugh, then cry. speak, then silence. 'follow our footsteps.' even if they're not there? even if they're cold, even if they're bare? I wonder where, those would take me. if they would take me, anywhere at all. backwards, forwards, side, to side. footsteps.
I'm tired and can't think straight - the next week's poems are going to be a mix of things, and they will most likely not even make sense. sidenote: this might've also been a sort of rant. try and guess why the theme for this poem is dark ocean.
