Mike waded through the darkness. Denial was the obtuse figure softening his mind as his casual veering and slight wandering differed from the straight course in his mind. The term ‘lost’ never ventured to form an attachment to his mind, its absence a neglectful caretaker. Muted hostility produced the exemplifies that fell from his mouth like bombs over calm waters, dropping with a heavy burden attached. Animosity tied to the situation laid a solid foundation for the journey ahead. The one-dimensional painting ahead brought the unbearable weight of boredom, a restless energy possessing his mind. The idea of turning back was an indecisive frustration refusing to amount to deliberation, flipping between sides without commitment. Thoughts were rampant, dipping into each argument when a rugged force wiped everything away. An impenetrable force with a rough exterior, the bumpy wall reached beyond his reach as he attempted to size up the grand block. The overwhelming structure was an insurmountable representation of disappointment and a physical deconstruction of his plans that immersed him in a stupified standstill. His hands explored for a significant change in a busy activity that stole the seconds away. His flippant attention relinquished this fruitless activity as the sputtering indecision returned with extreme force.
With the end of the road clearly presented, the allure of victimhood attracted his feet in the opposite direction. Readily turned when the darkness instantly evaporated, lit up with new developments. Shoe prints glowed along the seafloor; the indentions in the sand slipped back into darkness as the steps trailed forward. Sliding along with one step after another, leading her toward the unknown. Every instance of frustration and failure was abandoned by this enigma as a smile banished any skepticism. Aglow, with an attitude of amusement fixated on those prints, this inane progress skirted around the edges of the rock. The faulty fixture of childish inconsistency led to a cave opening, disappearing into the ominous bleakness. The wall of darkness cut off the rest of the ocean, the separation coinciding with a drastic shift in his mind. Doubt crept through his mind, the previous certainty creaking under a reality that dimmed his previous fluorescent fun. Practicality was the wet blanket ruining his once brimming optimism. A momentary episode before a life raft of pure stubbornness bobbed to the surface, reinstating his confidence. Strict determination slid across his face as one foot was placed in front of the other, marching into the unknown tunnel with determination.
