I am a shade, a haunt bathed in orange light and cast shivering into the shadows. I know the crevices of the night, every twist and turn, through gray paths and dimly lit darkness. Music is my guide, the sweet melody of every crescendo to lead me home. If I am not lost, whether in thoughts or streets, it is not worth the trouble.
I am a phantom, seen by many, but a stranger to all. Whether barefoot or boot clad, alone or high in spirit, I toil through the tumultuous rain, I dance underneath thunder, and laugh through sunlight. In the deep, encompassing silence of snow, my footprints are all that remain.
Search the corners that turn a thousand times over and you will not find me. These are my streets, my corners, my asphalt composed of a billion dreams, each one unique to the night and time. I will never stray off of my path, so long as the stars remain to shine in the sky.
In the deep of my troubles, I take the longest road, which never ends.
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