To all the ones who asked for change but did not specify the range. You are a very special kind – the one which favors flying blind through forests full of blades and thorns while your copilot sweats and warns that that gas is gone, and engines stalled. You think you got it down cold – then with a satisfying “splat” the world and you both go flat. Do not complain of being had but focus on the road ahead.
About the Creator
Vadim Kagan
I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!
Instagram: @wines_and_rhymes
Facebook: www.facebook.com/vadimkagan
Keep reading
More stories from Vadim Kagan and writers in Poets and other communities.
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 Arctic2 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.