If you ever find my footprints, pretend you never did. You can follow them, through the sea of faces through the concrete jungles all the way to my doorstep where the trail ends forever. Because the doorstep is no longer mine. I've stepped on a new path where my footprints don't lead, where their echoes fade before they are heard. So if you find my footprints, pretend you never did and let me go. For they are the ghosts of who I am to you.