Walking down that old path, that one you use to wonder threw as a child. Looking around everywhere at the place you once long to be free from everything. Now looking at it, it seems like nothing. That large tree in the far distence, with its giant limb that you use to jump and swing from has all but fallin to peices on the ground. Wondering, what could have come by to cause such a force for that huge limb to just fall to nothingness. Looking around at all these things takes you back. Maybe it defines what you have become or aloud yourself to become. Unlike that lost forgotten place, you can mend your limbs and build yourself back up. That is if you will do it. Force yourself to get back up. It was so much easier as a child to fall and get back up again. Back then it was more of a will to get up again then having to just because you must. I suppose ill keep going, why not. Looking back at that old path to my childhood, something that was once bright, beautiful and full of life, but has now demenished to weeds, and lost thoughts. Now grown I will stand as strong as that tree once did and stand against the harsh weartherings of life and be something to look back later down the road and smile. Well thats all i can think of right now so......
Later