imagine yourself in a forest of thistles...
you've chosen this unnatural path some years ago...
it looked like a straight, smooth way,
the easy way.
the way almost everybody appeared to prefere.
not really fascinating
but is seemed wise to go along instead of
crossing the wilderness or standing still.
the first few meters you've left behinde were
easy. you went up, you went down, you made
rests... and while you sat there you cought a glimpse
at the scenery.
this was the moment where you felt that
incredible longing again, you've felt before ...
the longing that has gone away due to the rythmic
steps of your monotone journey...
you sat there ... just an instant before you started
to walk again. shaking your head, to get it out.
but you can't shake your heart. can you?
the further you went, the more you felt that
the road started to sprout thistles...
just a few in the beginning... but more and more
the further you went...
numb from your longing, you tumbled through that path.