bread crumbs (mineccraft)

a passive leak resides inmy head, drippingonto the ground like slow rainon evening leavesspotting the ground with tinydark spots shoutingat the future: ¨Look! Lookat where I've been!look at where I'm heading!¨inking a path into theEarth creating a trailthat one daymy faith will useTo find its waybackInto my soul