What has been happening in my life in imagery form, enjoy:
The air outside is heavy, I can feel the atmosphere shifting and fighting against the change. The clouds are heavy, and a yellow haze falls over everything.
There is a sudden chill, only moments before it was hot, humid and sticky. My body begans to shiver as my sweat dries and chills to my skin.
The slight wind picking up warns me, "Run back inside."
But there is a voice tugging deep inside of me, whispering, Keep walking.
The trees groan and break little by little. The sudden pressure on my head is demanding me to get to shelter.
Forward.
I look back towards a tattered cabin, not quite the best shelter, but better than anything else around. Plus I know its creaks, I know its leaks, and I know the coverage I would recieve within its walls.
I feel the voice turn my head away, Forward.
My feet are back to the path in front of me, open to the storm, open to nature's emotional state. I again question to turn back, but again I hear the whisper.
Forward.
Rain is splattering against my face, lightly. The drops get heavier as I walk forward.
Wind picks up, strands of my hair whip with freedom, and I began to slightly turn around. I am in full swivel about run back to the cabin when I hear that silent demand.
Forward.
Again I push to the unknown. I push through the green leaves, growing thicker over the path. The light is begenning to fade and I can feel the storms full fury rolling in.
The path is disappearing, as I look down the trees are beginning to grow over one another, leaving only slivers of room for me to squeeze through.
As I walk deeper into the folage, vines began to grow over spaces.
I stop, I feel like I cannot go any farther. But then I hear it again.
Forward.
I look down, there is nowhere to go. No where to step my foot, the ground is covered.
I feel my head being lifted towards the sky, Forward.
I then notice the tiny path like trail forged between trees, showing blue sky etched into the storm clouds leading to a new frontier.
Climb. Forward.
