The World Around You
The lights scan across the land, the soil that blankets all across, as far as the eye can see. His eye narrows, quick in contemplation and exhasperated reflection. Closing his eyes for a moment, the hero takes a deep breath. The air is clean, the wind massages the back of his neck, and he is alone with his thoughts.
(why? No one ever told him why.)
The life that courses through his veins (exiting his body in various points, the wounds that leak his substance) runs the machinery, set to autopilot. He has seen countless lands, experienced endless sights with wicked, wondrous amazement. His sands have dripped long and far too quickly, and he is aged beyond his years.
He takes another step forward. This is the road he had followed, though what he was searching for he knew not. Yet, without question, he took another step forward, then another... he looked behind at his footprints, an endless snake following closely at his heels, and knew he must go further, must work harder, the purpose did not even matter anymore. It was the journey, the taking of steps that mattered to him.
He began to feel enlightened, somehow. Movement, the ecstasy of it all, escaping from stasis, brought youth again to his veins.
The dust had collected at his heels.
Another day another step.
(why? No one ever told him why.)
The life that courses through his veins (exiting his body in various points, the wounds that leak his substance) runs the machinery, set to autopilot. He has seen countless lands, experienced endless sights with wicked, wondrous amazement. His sands have dripped long and far too quickly, and he is aged beyond his years.
He takes another step forward. This is the road he had followed, though what he was searching for he knew not. Yet, without question, he took another step forward, then another... he looked behind at his footprints, an endless snake following closely at his heels, and knew he must go further, must work harder, the purpose did not even matter anymore. It was the journey, the taking of steps that mattered to him.
He began to feel enlightened, somehow. Movement, the ecstasy of it all, escaping from stasis, brought youth again to his veins.
The dust had collected at his heels.
Another day another step.
posted by Shannon | 5:41 AM
2 Comments:
life is what you make it my dear. reactions and mindset show your age beyond physical years. patience and soon the journey won't feel like simply plodding along.... excitement awaits you.
:P i await you.
my thoughts but perhaps i read into this too much.
Hey! It allowed me to make a comment! YAY! Go being able to comment! Maybe now I can post, and it won't eat my writing! Go writing!
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