The Man in The Woods

The Man in the Woods
By Ivan Zhyzhkevych

He walked, and did so with no intentions to stop. In the dark cool woods the moons light reflected off his watch complementing it with a beautiful shine lighting on the man’s old worn eyes. Eyes that had seen horror, sadness, and the terrifying evil that people conceal under their plastic smiles. So fake and untruthful, He was sick of the day-by-day reality that He lived by. As He walked his breaths produced small white clouds, something that from where He lived never happened, and for once in his life He felt free. Nobody could tell him what to do, how to act, or where to be. His goal wasn’t to just suddenly leave his wife and kids, his city life and job, and it most definitely wasn't a selfish act to find out his true self. He did this to stop the constant pain and depression that He always had to deal with. Leaving everything but his watch, he walked, taking in the true beauty of life, enjoying what he didn’t have time for in over 40 years. The trees towering above him, showed their longevity, their survival. The cool air unaltered by industry was more pure than anything He had ever experienced, and it flowed very smoothly as He took in his short light breaths. The man never understood how altered society and the world had been until He saw the most pure untouched place in the world. He was finally at peace with himself, and it was in good time.

The cancer, as said by his doctor, had already developed into his brain, and sadly enough he only had days left to live. While walking he didn’t cry, or panic about his coming death. The man understood that everything had its end, and everything will have its end. He was ready. Letting go of all grudges, dark secrets, sins and bad deeds, he continued to walk, enjoying everything to the fullest, for the first...and last, time.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.10.2012

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