Adventure had always taken the shape of steel reaching towards sky. Conquering a place that couldn’t have been further from home. Now that voyage has concluded and here I am, fumbling through life with neither gain nor direction. Wanting for the swift Nor’easter winds to pick me up and blow me West. Someplace new. Rock replaces steel, and fear has nothing to do with success. Escaping the poison that haunts me and filling my lungs with dry, clean air. A deadly landscape sets me on fire so I can see clearly once again.
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