With curiosity in his mind and an enthused spirit he went on unravelling the veils of future. Little did he know back then, his path will inspire generations. He trotted far away into the profundity of time, into an intoxicating space away from Jeny.
Of course, the woman who walked away.
He knew he was walking towards purity, towards sanity, towards heaven. A man with a broken heart is destined to go towards heaven. Hell is something he has already been through.
He never thought he could walk so far………..far away from her. But when anger and envy triggers your determination, even the shackles of tear drops can’t sustain you. Not that he didn’t want to get her back. He did. Life does give you a second chance. But, would you want to make the same mistake twice. He just couldn’t trust her. He walked over the stains, but looked back to forgive his footsteps.
He did try. His words couldn’t break her. How can you break something that does not have a heart? He moved on. The thought of family and friends did moisten his eyes. But now that his hands weren’t trying to hold on to something, they wiped the moisture.
Recuperation didn’t cross his mind. One reason why he could walk so far.
Now, he has walked quite a distance. To an unknown vicinity. The atmosphere is so exhilarating that it’s almost like a dream. But he knows he’s not dreaming. Because, every footstep hurts. The pain didn’t close his eyes. The lonesome traveller has walked away from weariness. He knew reality hurts but he wouldn’t rather dream.
Stay awake. Stay alert. Life is too short to make the same mistake twice.
Today he walks alone. Family and friends are nothing but tear drops. He treasures them. He collects it in a barrel. Often drinks it. Every drop, every gravel, the misty future, the darkening past, the bewildered present simply tells him one thing