Hiker reported missing.
I recall walking somewhere not very close to where I wanted to be at all. Something like a trail... something like... touching braille. Something like trying to control frustration due to undesired situation. Anyway, there are no streets here, so it seems inappropriate to try new rhymes, so I must take you back on this track. To my left was a little boy, wearing my opposite. No name tag, no name brands... something told me that the boy was too young to have an ID. I didn't recognize that he didn't even have shoes on at first. Well, not until I decided to try to..
We've all seen movies and documentaries of real life wildlife. Bears are said to track their victims... for days if the victim is swift enough. ...understand that even the best of us will "get lost" or become lost... As I turned away from that boy, that quiet little boy, something ferociously sad entered my field of vision. Something like a door that was cracked open to reveal light in a home at 3:00 in the morning. Such majesty in its pace... no more than 2 meters away. We've all seen movies and documentaries of real life wildlife. We should be scared, but I recognize nothing of a hunter, just sad eyes. So scared of my stare. The bear was right on track, right on time, right about one thing: EVERYTHING BECOMES A VICTIM.
Write of my sides. What's left of my past? And the trail becomes 2... and I become one.
We've all seen movies and documentaries of real life wildlife. Bears are said to track their victims... for days if the victim is swift enough. ...understand that even the best of us will "get lost" or become lost... As I turned away from that boy, that quiet little boy, something ferociously sad entered my field of vision. Something like a door that was cracked open to reveal light in a home at 3:00 in the morning. Such majesty in its pace... no more than 2 meters away. We've all seen movies and documentaries of real life wildlife. We should be scared, but I recognize nothing of a hunter, just sad eyes. So scared of my stare. The bear was right on track, right on time, right about one thing: EVERYTHING BECOMES A VICTIM.
Write of my sides. What's left of my past? And the trail becomes 2... and I become one.