The start of something bigger...
redmosquito10
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It’s a grand and epic story,
played out within the confines of your shuttered hometown.
A young boy, ambitious, eager, willing to take some punches if it eventually gets him the belt,
sets out from home, not realizing that roots are meant to stay rooted,
and will only stretch so far, until they must be returned to,
or severed, preferably with an axe,
so as to make it quick and as painless as possible.
But those problems are for the future
and wont be dealt with, on a day when all he can think of
is finding a bit of life.
Because if there was one thing lacking from his youth
and all the people he pitied on a daily basis,
it was life.
As he walked away from all he had ever known,
the remembrances of watching a community of settlers
who had done nothing but settle their entire lives,
was driving him from behind,
a kind of South Star, if you will.
He thought about turning around, making one last defiant gesture as he crested the horizon and the setting sun cast an inferno around his parting shadow. Thought about throwing up a middle finger or two, or just shaking his head in disgust, but as he climbed that green grass hill for the last time, he realized that the town held nothing for him. And it takes a pretty foolish person to hold that much animosity towards nothing. So he trudged on, and when he reached that point where the incline gradually leveled out and then began its gentle downward course, he didn’t even hesitate. And fittingly, no one in the town saw his lonely figure thrown into relief against a fiery backdrop, as they had more important things to think about than a spectacular sunset, or a spectacular exit.
played out within the confines of your shuttered hometown.
A young boy, ambitious, eager, willing to take some punches if it eventually gets him the belt,
sets out from home, not realizing that roots are meant to stay rooted,
and will only stretch so far, until they must be returned to,
or severed, preferably with an axe,
so as to make it quick and as painless as possible.
But those problems are for the future
and wont be dealt with, on a day when all he can think of
is finding a bit of life.
Because if there was one thing lacking from his youth
and all the people he pitied on a daily basis,
it was life.
As he walked away from all he had ever known,
the remembrances of watching a community of settlers
who had done nothing but settle their entire lives,
was driving him from behind,
a kind of South Star, if you will.
He thought about turning around, making one last defiant gesture as he crested the horizon and the setting sun cast an inferno around his parting shadow. Thought about throwing up a middle finger or two, or just shaking his head in disgust, but as he climbed that green grass hill for the last time, he realized that the town held nothing for him. And it takes a pretty foolish person to hold that much animosity towards nothing. So he trudged on, and when he reached that point where the incline gradually leveled out and then began its gentle downward course, he didn’t even hesitate. And fittingly, no one in the town saw his lonely figure thrown into relief against a fiery backdrop, as they had more important things to think about than a spectacular sunset, or a spectacular exit.
"Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..."
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I'm glad.