The road not traveled

 

           Dearest, The road one shall travel;  It makes no sense any of it. Sometimes I sit awake thinking of the possibility of ever not being a traveler. Does one live in stagnancy even if they not have seen the great world so big and so busy and ever so full of worry. Am I called to practice life like a Carthusian? Heck I cannot be a nun. Young as I feel I have cruised
the ledger of deep innocence. Far deep have I beheld.My roots of experience have crossed to the lobes of far solemnly ever so traveled.    To live life in such magnitude one must first live in. The rest they say is a figment of your treacherous mind. That son of a packer takes you to the far lengths of destruction without you even fathoming such. Like read it again, that’s not a bloddy word. Remember this as I remembered my greatest friend, the hermit;We are lost on this earth and non of us ever so hath comprehend that our existence are to exist feeling it all and then like experienced pirates, we loose it all, only to end up at a scene talking about it with an eye patch and a drunken behavior. Misleading this chapter you are in.     Never mind my attitude, its your story I tell,Rebeck A   R k ShaikhThe flame: cheap trick(The book of letters)