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Journey



Journey
Your journey begins
here. At the end of
everything. You
must take that
dreaded step -
into the wilderness.
Off the cliff face.
Into nothing.

Your path has only
just begun. Weary-eyed,
soul-drained. Lost
in the rat race of this
concrete jungle they
call civilisation -
progress. Home?

Your time in this
metropolis was but
a passing wind,
eddying from storm
to storm, devoured by
gale upon gale -
spat out. Unwanted by
this unruly ocean.

Your passage was but
a means to an end.
Numbered days that
toyed with the idea
of forever. Days that
chipped at your porcelain
until you remained. A shell.


Your bloodied feet
have had no rest.
The path is arduous
and the days are long.
The journey is unbearable
and the nights hold no respite.
You don't belong here - 
a stranger in your own home.

Your voyage has
shaped and battered you.
Here you stand.
The precipice of the future.
Uncertain - but - this too shall pass.
You are liminal and it is time...

Your path has
only just begun.
The ocean has allayed
it's roaring waters. The
soothing wind holds you
in its caress. The jungle
has parted its canopy.
Your journey begins here.
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