Everything changes but the road. The road and the path it promises. A path that stretches onward north and south and never guarantees an end. Whatever vessel you tread down the journey on matters little to nothing, for even the blisters that scar the vagabond’s lonesome feet will heal.
While he continues to wander without judgment in hopes of discovery, shelter, and enlightenment; his feet will eventually blister again. He will greet new scars along the journey and no matter how gruesome, diseased, vengeful, and painful these scars may be; he can never cease the journey. He also can never look back, the world before him is void. The sun’s rays will bring a harsh presence to his back, and he cannot complain no matter how dark he will become.
Eventually the scars will grow to be infected and too severe for time to heal, and he will die a long anticipated death. Only to blister in the sun his will shunned. Posthumously, his skin will peel and his bones will crumble until they vanish and repay the air he once selfishly indulged.
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