recourse to life
home beckons. am refusing to heed the call because i know what lies there is certain death, of a soul that has just awoken and discovered colours and smells and possibilities. feel this divide within. have always known that i would come upon this fork in the road. there was never much of an option otherwise and to my father there was never any other option. do i give up everything i believe in, return shackled by prior responsibilities? or do i leap off the first edge my feet find and plunge into the unknown? i know where my heart lies. the script is already written; it awaits the actors to read their roles. it is no comedy for mirth indulges no conflict. i fear what lies ahead. it will gnaw at me indefinitely. there is no answer for no question has been asked. it is but written and it will be read. it offers no solace, tears will fall in place, words exchanged but nothing said or heard for the wounded hear not the pain of others. as the end draws closer, i walk the plank.
there is no other way.
