kjack89:deboracabral:sometimes you just feel compelled to draw a man covered in blood standing on a
kjack89:deboracabral:sometimes you just feel compelled to draw a man covered in blood standing on a beach at sunrise, and you don’t try to argue because really the muse hasn’t shown up in a while and you’re grateful for anything Who was he? What crimes had he committed?In truth, it’d been so long, he wasn’t even sure he knew the answer. Oh, the most recent, certainly, or at least how he’d gotten the blood on his shirt, only some of which was his.But the most recent wasn’t an answer in itself. Somewhere along the line, he’d tripped up on something and had found himself on this path, on this road he never thought he’d walk. And it was too late now, and far too much had happened since, for him to know what that moment had been.Would it make a difference, if he could?Who was he? What crimes had he committed?He’d been running for so long that some days, he wondered what it would be like to just stay still. To just breathe. To wake up in a bed and go to sleep that night in the same bed. With the same person at his side. And do it all over again the next day.To build a house – no, a home. To plant a tree, and still be there to watch it grow. To see familiar faces and hear familiar names and have them not just be memories, or regrets.He wiped the trickle of blood from his eye .He’d lost that path long ago.Who was he? What crimes had he committed?Did it matter?At the end of the day, if he could lay out his choices, his mistakes, his triumphs and his losses in a linear explanation, would it change anything? Would it make it better?It sure as hell wouldn’t erase what he’d done, or where he’d been, or what he’d seen. So then did it really matter?Facing the sun as it broke over the horizon, feeling it’s warmth gently touch his face, caress his wounds, he knew the answer, just as he always had.And he took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and trudged forward once more without looking back.Where he was coming from didn’t matter.All that mattered was where he was going. -- source link
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