..WOODS

The essence of a journey...

Where the rays of the sun strike through between the twigs and flickering leaves. The fallen brown leaves narrowing-along this rugged path. Some trampled upon, crushed into dust while some lay in the corners, whole and delicate, brittle free. Smelling of greenery, flowering seeds and incense, barks and canes spike through the soiled earth, arranged providently like a geometrical abstract art. In front, with these eyes, an image snapped. It is now a memory of a slim and long bended lane where straight ahead sat a flight of semen-solid-steps, and the whole area under a kind shadow. At some point, came a destination of five split roads, each one a temptation, wooing towards their long awaited surprise. Standing there giving blank stares to one after the other, the opposite one seemed quite promising. There came a time, more than once, when the kind shadow takes its gentle hands off and the sun would smack a light mercilessly, paining these eyes to shut it out. Then back in a form of memory is this image of a path curving behind the mighty rocks. So the fear of the unknown came knocking and the memory within a memory is a haunting, slave to not knowing the whereabouts of why people do what they do. Then a thought about him, we walking together, salt rolling down our moist skin, we’ll pause with admiration for the place, and then each other, then we’ll share a kiss. He will insist on another and then one more, deeper and more passionate but at some point, a slow separation before we smile at each other and continue walking. The commotion within against such prima beauty is a clash that prods with a tickling finger towards one decision. Words like nature-beauty-God-strength-survive sounding with the company of innocuous bugs, at this point, an intake of breath. There’s a need to breathe in deep, way-down. Although now, at this point, in the end all alone, keep walking without mattering to neither forgive nor forget.