The Path Less Traveled

September 22, 2010
My hand grips the handle of the door; it is surprisingly difficult to open.
My hand cries out, "No please it pains me to try." I never listen. The door bursts open revealing a world of wonder, and amazement, I shed a tear. This world full of beauty, picks me up, and hugs me. A hug feeling as if all troubles are to be forgotten. I cry; the world cries with me we understand each other. Father Time and Mother Nature watch me as I cross through life, walking not running. I want this to last; for all it is life.

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