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finally, i'm crossing the threshold

october, 1923

louis walked in the cold october weather in the dreadful crowded city of new york.

louis was a famous poet. he started poetry at the minor age of 10. he was now 25 years old, living in a small apartment in the big apple.

he hated it. he hated the liter, overpopulation, and drunk homeless knocking on his door asking for money.

he needed a break. a break from the city, peace and quiet.

the opened his front door to his apartment to see a rat running across the floor.

"fuckers." louis whispered.

he set his groceries on the counter and turned on the radio station.

louis watched all the cars go by, and people walking on the sidewalks. many smoking, and calling cabs.

he knew this isn't what he needed. louis couldn't live here any longer. but this is where his home is, and his family.

the poet couldn't leave new york. but louis knew this wasn't right. living in a loud city when you need peace to write soft poems.

the blue eyed man picked up the phone and called his mother.

"hello?" a louis' mother, jay, answered.

"hi, mother." louis spoke.

"ahh my baby louis! how have you been?" she squealed.

"not so good..."

"what's wrong now? are those rats bothering you again?" jay questioned.

louis let out a soft laugh, "yeah, their still bothering me but that's not the problem. i don't know, i just leave been really stressed out lately and tired. i know you'll help, you give good advice"

"oh baby. new york is no good for you! how many times have i told you that? your stressed because you never get any sleep or quiet. a city is no place for a poet." jay rambled on.

he knew she was right.

"well what am i gonna do about it?" he asked, pouring a cup of coffee.

"i don't know, boo. take a break. go somewhere, see how you like it. i know this one place me and your father went to when we were teens-"

"where?" he cut her off.

"woodhaven. it's a few hours away but there's cabins and campsites." jay suggested on going on this so called forest, who's to ignore?

"thanks mom. love you." he talked on the phone for a few more minutes then ended the call. the library was the place to search for information.

after a few hours at the library, louis returned home and booked a 3 month trip for a cabin up in the forest. wood haven. it was a few hours up north of new york.

this should be interesting.