our young writer closes his eyes.
he envisions himself walking a path. trees surround him. the road is unpaved and rocky.
carnivorous beast surround him but do not attack.
he walks alone...even his shadow has refused to follow. God has forsaken him.
he is unarmed. only his thoughts serve as weapons.
he walks the path untraveled.
the road less beaten.
everyone told him to go the other direction.
except one.
but he ignored their warnings.
he did as he saw fit..not for anyone else. but for himself.
he recalled a conversation with a distant friend
"why would you do that.? thats so stupid, tarrance. i know you know that."
"you're right. but Jesus walked the dela rosa to clean your shortcomings. to erase your fuck-ups. wasn't that stupid too.?" he replied.
it made sense.
and thus he began his journey.
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