The Path Unwinding

at the beginning there is a fork in the ground, followed by a dirt path that washes away everytime it rains. The land marks remain the same but the locations have changed drastically from memory. The streets lights no longer light the way and are replaced with bread crumbs. Temporary are the bread crumbs for ants and neighboring birds devour them as I pass. The right turn I once made in twelve paces is no longer there, it has been replaced by a left turn leading into a tunnel. The tunnel has one ominous light half way through that looks to be a reflection but proves to be nothing more than a undeveloped idea. Outside the tunnel, is a waiting lift with no arm or bacc support. The ground the lift oversees is filled with the bones of those who have eagerly tried and failed. The lift comes to a dead stop atop a hill of uncut grass that is being watered by a sprinkler of tears from the fallen. In the center of the grass is a stand alone ladder that eclipses the clouds. Through the clouds is the conclusion of the ladder, that is leaned against a well. At the top of the well is a hanging heart that seems just out of arms reach. The heart has been touched and temporaily possessed but always finds it way bacc above the well. With my feet on the outer part of the well, I bend my legs for more height on the jump. My intentions are to possess the heart, permanently. The depth and bottom of the well is unknown but eminent death is a high a possibility. A succesful jump is made with the heart firmly clutched in my hand. Now Im in a free fall to what feels like an eternity. The bottom of the well is finally reached and I land face first on the ground where this journey begin. The beginning, where the fork in the ground has now been replaced with a spoon and Its evident that I never fell out of love with you