This is the UN-TOLD STORY of a mind set free to wander.
A mind 'adrift'. A short story painted in prose.
Inspired by the landscapes encountered on a run.
Penned by Sean Hamilton.
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I've began to wonder,
how in the hell a mind can wander,
in a place like this.
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Sidled alongside all of this absence,
pressed up against the virginity of a place untouched.
How do my thoughts run so far from where my feet will take me today?
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When it seems as though I hold the brush,
by which the tapestry of this landscape is painted.
I am to choose,
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the relish greens and mustard yellows of the Feather Moss.
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Why in these moments must the silent visitor desire to question the price of gas?
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Is there not enough space for everything in front of me,
accompanied by the steady cadence of my feet against gravel?
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The battle rages on.
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The stage is set.
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It’s the Red-Tailed Hawk versus credit score.
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The texture of Rough Fescue pitted against the results of an upcoming election in a township of which I am merely passing through.
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The Blue-Tailed Heron at odds with my childhood address.
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There can be not one, nor many.
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While my body weaves the rows of Western Hemlocks,
I am lost,
adrift inside my mind.
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Words & [ pre-edit ] images captured by:
Somewhere, lost & adrift near Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
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