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They do not faulter.
They fly aorund, just waiting for the walls to crumble, the ceiling to fall, the earth to move.
Trick, inteligent animals, for they know it is just a matter of time.
"I got to leave this evening
Can't seem to shake these vultures
Out of my trail."
I walk on unknown roads. Treacherous, vindictive places that mock my every move, laughing at my expense. At each step, they wait to see if I’ll stumble and finally fall. Vultures they are, smelling the fear in my flesh and the warm blood in my veins. They are waiting as they watch him leave.
Him, that left without leaving any trace of happiness. That took all the fond memories I still had in me. That emptied my soul of all the good things I still considered him to be. He just left me there, standing, holding in my hands everything that was evil and sad about us. I didn’t choose to leave him. Crying, I chose to desert him.
Still, the vultures are watching, waiting... smirking at my pain. But they do not know what’s inside me. They do not know that I am finally setting myself free. And so, I walk without seeing, I hear without listening. I wander on the corridors of this new found life.
I go about my day, noticing, as John says, “all these vultures hiding right outside my door”. They whisper and I stare at them, smiling cryptically, for they are not aware of the bliss that runs with my blood. The joy that slowly makes its way out. Today I’m free as a bird and everyone can see it.