There were Six of us under an Apple Tree enjoying the breeze.
The Fifth one decided to climb up and get a view for as far as the eye could see.
The Fourth one wanted to taste the juiciest Apple that the Tree could produce.
The Third one grew tired of waiting for the seasons to change and set off towards the South.
At this point, I am still deciding for myself what this Apple Tree has to offer me.
The Second one decided to stay by the Tree's side, making sure that its growth is indefinite.
I have spent much time admiring the others and their journey.
Though I long to see the world for myself.
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic6 days ago in Fiction
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