at journey's end.

Just the other day i returned to our favourite place.
The place in itself, symbolic of how things were meant to be.

The climb heavenward was long and arduous,
where our footing was never sure, and the grass was usually wet and slippery.

but no matter what, we'd eventually make it to the top.
turn around, flop on the grass, and enjoy the fruits of our perseverance.

Walking alone, i fell along the way.
slipped, lost my footing, grazed my knee and cut my hand on a stone.

I sat on the grass, halfway to my destination,
bruised and bleeding a little. i didn't feel much pain.



But it hurt so more than i'd have ever imagined possible.