Days go by every fifth stride. A new divide. A length to split.
Lets talk analogies. Sub-categories.
Water drips by the side, a wayward gaze over a long horizon.
My hand feeds the anger to the other side. A crazed look.
Peaceful belief. Complex relief.
Dangerous looker, aimfull pride. Quick tempered to a point.
Days go by, just to fulfil an emptiness. Abyssal.