Weathering the winter chill he walked toward the terminus of his journey, what he thought had been an odyssey; was fast becoming an epos of his deeds. The lambency in the far distance. The willed yet compulsive trudging, of his tired torso hurdling hummocks of snow. All connived to partake in his necrosis. This consumption he knew not of, for he was the paladin of nescience. Nor did he know that the next four paces were not toward the aureole he so desired to contact, but were steps he so willingly was taking towards his impending exit……..Yes he did die, but not for naught, for he left a bequest for all drifters; “the journey of thousand leagues can end with a single step”…….
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment