Writing. Leave thoughts ✌ All there had been was a beaten path laid before me. The gnarled roots I had awoken between twisted and meandered from the tree and seemed to cradle my body, almost like a mothers arm around a child. However, all this cradle gave me was a sleep which was much more unpleasant and sinister than any mothers care would provide. When I had gained enough awareness I got to my feet, brushed off the sticks and dirt that had stuck to me during my sleep as I made for the path. My whole body had a dull ache that seemed almost familiar. It soon faded as I started my walk along the old and dismal excuse of a path. It felt like the right thing to do. Follow the yellow brick road. I thought to myself.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 10:13:53 +0000
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