My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

I formulate infinity stored deep inside of me…

Oct 12


Category: Creative Flash

He’s been on the road for so long, tired and weary. He travels, what seems to him, endlessly. It all looks the same after awhile, the road, the dreary sky, no matter where he is, everything gray. The people especially, gray, dull, empty. He stops from time to time, tries to fit into places, with people, but the world’s a puzzle and he’s a mismatched piece.

He remembers home, and he wants to go back. He misses home, but he can’t go back. The road is cold and lonely, as is he. He travels to forget, but he probably can’t. He might be dead, the road his Purgatory, but he really doesn’t know. He may never know, as is the nature of such travel. So he goes, his home far away, but never gone.


3 Comments so far

  1. Ormolu October 13th, 2008 12:15 pm

    I’m enjoying your writings and dig the tag for them: creative flash. It’s appropriate on many levels. 🙂

  2. Candyce October 13th, 2008 3:08 pm

    Your writing is what keeps me reading…

  3. Steph October 15th, 2008 5:41 pm

    you are such a good fucking writer.

    I hope you know that.