The walk was lovely. The woods were everything I ever dreamed of.
'Magical' was the word I believe they all said.
Then the tone of the walk changed. I started pacing.
I started racing. The thorns- they did prick me.
The blood- it started flowing out.
The gash- slowly stopped healing.
Just like that. Body stopped the process of repairing.
The woods just laughed and said,
"you are giving up my athlete."
My mind just lashed out in fury...
And like all famous saints did,
I cursed at the entire clan of woods.
A dog peed to mark its' territory.
A dad held his arms around the family he and the mom created.
A man stuck his fists inside his pockets and marked his family members.
A woman said this is where she belonged.
A person mentioned that the priorities were clearly with the family.
And yet. Despite all this, all of them collectively embraced and chose unhappiness with pride. More power to families. We all fall united and stand divided.
Me. My. Mine. They are such powerful words that pierce this world. Was universe meant to be this way?