He walked slowly. Conscious of each step, though his mind drifted. His past was always there with him, haunting and all consuming. He took a deep breath and felt the cold, brisk air fill his longs. This was relief. This was the future....

I can’t do this anymore. the thoughts whirling inside my mind never cease, never let me rest or relax. Everytime I close my eyes my past haunts me with terrifying images. It’s like I can hear the screaming of my father in my ear even though he’s not here. I can feel his hot breath on my neck, the smell of alcohol flooding my nose.

His memories will forever haunt me.

The things he’s done to me, t...

I felt the old fingers grasp against my hand, they were my grandma’s fingers. She was holding on by a hair. We had gone walking along grandma’s favorite path, the blossom path.

Just thinking about a flower reminded me of my grandmothers natural beauty. It wasn’t all on the outside, it was her inner beauty. She could never be mad or upset at someone, her hearts was too large.

We continued our wal...

I walk down the path. The cool air smells of rain and mud. The fog was heavy today, which was good. I wanted it stay as thick as possible. I needed to get away from all that drama that Aunt Maggie had been dawning on me.

I stop and take a deep breath, and continue my walk. Then I thought about… him. Hunter. Ever since he… NO! I will not think of it… but how could I not?

“I miss y...

With each step taken bares an

Implication to what lay ahead,

Beyond the frosty veil

The toils and shadows arise.

The light within my soul

Flickers Ever so faintly with hope,

Hope of things unseen

And of new beginnings.

The strength that is within my bones

Sets the foundation

Of future generations.

May the avenue of past

Ascendants be a reminder

Of wounds once mended,

And voices once lifted.

Tha...

The breeze sweeps in all directions, wild and untamed, like an uncontrolled fire. Its embrace brings a calm sense of comfort, the scent of wet grass filling my lungs. The clouds that once hovered above now linger on the ground, forming a thick, white veil that barely lets light through. Nature’s lullaby guides me toward peace, as the once-unknown path becomes familiar.

This distant memory feels l...

This is not a lovers path. As I walk along this thought creeps across my brain. Step by step I stare down at my bare feet slapping the stones one right in front of the other. This is the only path, its narrow and barely has enough space for one person let alone two. Lovers hold hands, side by side. They would fall eventually and picturing a couple trying to accomplish this made me laugh. The path ...

_Based on my favorite running spot_

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The route is simple, two miles along the winding road that passes by farms and the winery. These first few miles are always the hardest but once I cross the intersection and turn onto the continuation of the trail, I know I'm almost there. I then run beside yet another field in the direction of the Apple Orchard. Finally, I turn where the path becomes narro...

I see the fog, this pathing leading towards an unknown place that can only be imagined, and yet I’m afraid to answer my own questions. “What of that house that sits in the corner?”? That’s familiar, standing adjacent, I hike through my own abrasiveness into this mist of effervescence....

I have heard many people say; if you want to enjoy your job, you have to follow your passion. However, there are a lot of factors we need to consider before choosing our work. It's more than just passion.

Let’s say that passion is the important factor, even though I don’t agree with this. I actively looked for my passion, but I couldn't find it. Discovering your passion can be a misty path. You n...