one month.

you stop to listen to the voices inside your head. you reflect on the things that has been said. there is no turning back now, just the memories that will haunt you till you're dead.

i can no longer tell wrong from right, what i need or want or what should have been. i think i have wronged you. the selfish being climbed up through the chimney and planted its flag on my mind for a really long time.

Somehow i see now, that i was the one that changed. we both have you changed because i did.

the road started off hilly, it was an adventure of a lifetime. the man took his pen and wrote about his adventure. he climbed that hill with so much effort overcoming that obstacle. and the view that lay before him took his breath away. running in those fields of unrestraied passion, time stood still he was happy they were happy.

but as he began to see differently a world beyond these walls some thieve trying to claim the land for his own. madness grew and bared its glorious teeth on their field. poisoned he was. he was blinded thinking the world will claim the land for their own. he'd be lonely once more.

the more he struggled the more he schemed. the land grew weak and flowers died the words meaningless and thoughtless. the magic was lost the earth below grew asunder. he held on to the roots which went deep. but the land would no longer let the mad man in. he tried to climb back up. yet the harder he tried the further the earth sunk and the land rotting away in misery.

FINE. the land didnt want him so he thought. give yourself to the world. let it tarnish you all its ungrateful and unhappiness. that which only the selfish man thought he himself could offer this land.

the resilient stubborn land saw through his wishes.

and thus ends the tale of this man. he grows weak in his thoughts now for he has seen that the land has been wronged. he had only himself to blame.

time would have gone. but these things that edge so deep into your mind and heart never fade, he now understands, but there is nothing he can do now. so let forth the sands of time and let the wind take it on its way beyond that hilly knoll past into open lonely waters into the great blue sea of despair.

He was alone.