Nobody Ever Forgets Where He Buried the Hatchet

Sitting on a stone my hands brushing against the cold water I gaze upon the night sky searching my reason in the heavenly bodies floating up in the universe... The secluded life which I had chosen away from all the hustle and noise of the humans, was it a wish to attain peace? In my heart I truly new that it was a way to escape my past. But is any human capable of doing that? I did forgive him, but has forgiveness ever lead to forgetting the truth? No matter how far you run, no matter how much we admit to move on The day we had that quarrel where I saw his real unmasked face can never be obliterated. The moment your whole life is declared a lie you loose your purpose. In the forest near the river I now live my life in complete solitude this is how I imagined it would be. And the present is alluring. Quotable Regina McIntosh