Friday, 4 July 2008


Just yesterday I wrote that I wasn't prepared to find myself alone on the path of the climbing addict, and that I didn't even want to find myself alone.
These are sentences that have little interest if measured with reality.
Whatever the look of things may be, I am already on that path, alone. I feel it so clearly. Whether I was left behind, or I raced forward it's too early to tell, the only thing that's sure is that I can hear no more friendly paces crushing the leaves around me. There's no one, no good, no evil.
Am I lost? I don't know. I have for sure to find my starting point, before heading in any direction.

1 comment:

Ghostface said...

Considerable rewards will undoubtedly come from considerable sacrifices.