One Thing
There are few things that he has dreamed of and imagined doing for the rest of his life, up till now, while he lives out the rest of his days on his own.
One of these things, so profound, comes to mind every moment of every day,
He wonders how he failed to see himself growing to comfortable with this one thing, so much so, that he was blind to the possibility of loosing this one thing through his own ignorance and stubbornness.
Now this one thing is gone and all that he has left are bitter sweet memories of that one thing that will never be coming home.
The honest one hides nothing to the meek as he follows no one. but asks for guidance from the few who echo a constant flux of universal trust, while he lives a life of least resistance, bringing joy to his existence no matter how far the distance his adventure will unfold.
He knows that none of the worldly non-sense deeply satisfies his soul quite like it.
Energy drifts in and out of holes filled mostly with space that are mounted upon his face, that were once blurred by a life of hyper pace.
Further more, forever more, stands many monumental memories, like a guiding beacon on a rocky shore, shaped by the lapping waves of experience, shaded in tints of blue hue.
He now knows what he must do to release his mind forever more from this one thing that loves him no more
He ventures forth for something new, that might be looking for something too.
He knows he'll find just what he needs, draw to him from his thoughtful deeds.
Written By: Michael K. Englmann
On the
Twenty Second Day
Of The
Eighth Month
In the Year
Two Thousand And Fourteen
AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
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