Collection Of Stray Thoughts

Road Walk

She is walking a walk that she knows is not going to come to an end. As long as her feet keep moving, she has no choice but to walk through this; her own will doesn't matter.

It's ironic how hopeful she is, yet at the same time her hope slowly dwindles into nothingness. She becomes confused and tired during these moments. She knows she can only go through this and be happy if she tried to move and move. It is always required. Hard work.

Hard work to gather hope to reach the end. Hard work in the form of patience, in the form of a certain pre-determined attitude that only brings about the best results and diminishes the worst outcomes possible.

She's lonely but not alone.

She meets travellers like herself. Time and again, some stay, some leave. Some are only there to share a laugh, some to share love, while others to share the pain. At times the whole road becomes barren, nothing but her own soul and the gravel beneath her feet to keep her company.

She is content and patient with the way things are. But there are moments when she wishes she could move a little faster, be a little stronger.

No wind blows along the canopy of her soul, no traveller dares to venture beyond the cave's mouth. No companions stays forever, because a sea of paradise flowers draw more attention than a measly anemone.

The road seems the same as the one on which she walked yesterday, the day before and the one before that. She's been going on the same road as long as she can remember. No matter how many miles she's walked, she feels that her journey has still only begun.

It's a never ending circle.

Often she sees a crowd, stops, observes and is sometimes intrigued by what she witnesses. Other times, she ignores the scenery completely. It doesn't matter whether she decides to stay or not because, in the end, she continues on her journey again. The same walk that she's been walking will move her forward.

She is scared of being left behind, scared of the fight, the people she had grown fond of along the journey.

But she knows.

She knows that as long as this road will exist, it will give birth to many journeys for newbie travellers, like herself. As long as life breathes upon its sandy dunes and parched up lands, everything will follow the cycle of repetition.

But alas, the journey has been pre-written. The end, that seems so far away, has been pre-determined. She is required to walk this path, like the others.

She does not know where or when her end lies; its different for all of the individual travellers. She's only been taught how to walk, and indeed that's all she knows, and will do till her last breaths.

(Her last steps)

Crunch

Crunch

Crunch

Thud

(Her end)

A/N : Its my first time publishing something like this or anything , so I hope you will take it easy on me.
P.S This chapter is dedicated to saccharine_suga for editing it and making me think that I should publish it, love you Yam. Also to Maryam Atiq, a friend for whom I am thankful for.