The obsession has made me a beast most monstrous. Take a chisel to my frightful form and carve a monument to the Collective Strength of spirit. There’s Beauty to be found in the seemingly impossible… True Grit and time can make the impossible a reality.
The path wandered
The paths a man may follow are as varied as the moves on a chess board. High or low, inhale the flora and fauna to make the memory of a singular moment. Absorb the vista offered by time alone. With the wind at my back and feet on the road, no stopping till I get home.