This is Personal

Something I wrote a while ago and kept to myself. I hope it's not too bad it means a lot to me, enjoy.

I hear it again, it's that sound, the sound of that vain thudding in my ear.

I can hear the blood running through that vain, it sounds like the night with a full moon shinning gracefully in the dark along with its companions, the stars, gleaming away from miles away feeling so close.

It's a beach although I do not hear the calm whooshing of the shallow sea, with white horses laying along the pale sands.

Instead the footprints of a single soul slowly laying foot by foot along the untrodden damp pale sands, scattering the white horses, leaving a trail behind itself.

For someone to follow and maybe break the pattern to stop the soul on its journey, to stop the blood from pumping through my very vain.

To seal my fate.

When the lost soul shall stop walking along the sand my fate would be sealed.

I am that very lost soul, just waiting, waiting.

Waiting my fate, so I can once again walk along the pale sands, that lay inside my thoughtless mind.