Finding purpose on an aimless walk

I walked the streets a million times to forget about your name.

And all the world did was give me countless reasons to remember it.

Because that wasn’t just a corner, that was the point of the world that had, for much longer than I’d care to admit, been the precursor to my unrestrained elation.

That wasn’t just a bench, that was THE most impacting fucking bench I’d ever had the bittersweet experience of sitting on.

That wasn’t just a street, that was a corridor of dreams that I’d been too stupid to appreciate.

And these thoughts aren’t just remnants of what was once there, they’re vivid testaments to the meaning of me, of us.

Looking at the endless avenues and stretches of road, hoping, wondering, and admiring the way they all inevitably intersect.

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