the path

She stands with her body pressed against the wall... as the smell of recently dried paint spins the room into a four sided tornado. "Let me be invisible and melt into this brick red wall for just this moment, without no soul and no emotions. Without this heavy fear inside me" The door suddenly opens. He walks in and slowly turns to her. "You misunderstood" he says. "Embrace those fears and all of its emotions... it will take you to the soul you seek to become."

"March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path."

- Kahlil Gibran