Friday, December 4, 2009

We express the same things but with different words

I walk down the desolate road, a lonely yet comforting feeling engulfs me. Why am I walking? Where am I going? Questions come and go from my mind like the cars passing by on the street. I continue to walk. I find an opening in the forest along the road which seems to call my name, my legs obey the command and bring my body to the clearing. The sky rumbles, clouds begin to blot out the sun but that doesn't stop some rays from pushing through the milky sheen and hitting the ground around me. I trek through the shades of greens and browns only led my my curiosity and intuition. I can sense a opening…an exit…It begins to rain…The ominous sounds of the forest ignite a slight fear in the back of my mind. I continue forward, pushing through the dense greenery. I’m not sure why I don't turn back, the conditions get worse yet I subconsciously press on. Is it my curiosity for what lies ahead? Or my thirst for adventure? I dismiss both questions as I near what seems like an exit…or is it just another illusion…only time will tell.

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