A Minute,

He walked across many vast lands, most were empty and devoid of life. He knew the down trodden paths like the back of his hand. He always liked the feeling of how the way the earth felt beneath his feet. Each time he came across a river he sat on its banks and he felt…

Irregardless, He Moves.

He was tired – tired of his helplessness. He was tired of the fact that every time he tried, he would end up in the same place he’d started. And each time, a little worse than the former. His life was a constant struggle between hope and despair, never happiness. The city was not motherly….