Non-Consensual Marks

[A COLLECTION OF PROSE POEMS]

In walking down various paths, you can never be sure of what lies ahead.

You'll meet strangers, and cats, and haunting statues, and waving plants, and whatnot. The moments sewn into your feet as you take steps down the road will remind you of the fleeting conspirations the universe holds for you; 'til supernovae occur before your very eyes as it all becomes a memory that will forever live as a glimpse of the stars that aligned at your will. The nights and days that passed by with either wrinkles from smiles or dried-up paths of tears can soon be forgotten to no attempt, yet those unexpected events that caught us by surprise will bury themselves deep within our cores.

And because life is as poetic as the hums of mating birds, we are mesmerized by the inevitable melodies of metaphors that build up our own stories, though sometimes we can't fully comprehend what is happening. We are guided by the blinding ecstasy, winding us up to a question of how'd we end up here.

Now, looking back would be the best option to see how far have you already embarked, and realizations will linger on you like non-consensual marks.