The Choice
What is my quest?
A continuous battle to reach that light in the distance?
But it is never anything more than a faint flicker on the horizon
A trick of the light maybe, a teasing angel, turkish delight, a trap.
No, my fate is not sealed in the happiness and contentment of a normal life.
It’s out there, in the wilds, in the waves, in the storm.
It’s not happiness I’m after but the dazzling euphoria of hysteria that lingers at the back of my mind.
Nudging me, not towards that fading light but into the darkness that promises a perilous and incredible journey.
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