My Feet. in Random

The two sides of my soul have fluttered down to my two souls.
Sometimes I yearn to move one foot after another until I manage to propel myself far, far away, where the new day begins. I never want to stop this feeling of adventure; the phenomenon of not knowing what lies ahead. Exploring everything, everywhere, being alive. Not just existing, but living. But the marching and order of the structural “thump thump thump” calls me back home as my constant feet start to ache, all I want to do is lay and rest. My feet grow wrinkled as this side of me wants composure and comfort instead of the freedom that another part dreams of.