...

So it trickled down his face, washing away years of repugnance and pain.

Notes to myself #1

He switched the sun off,

Wore his glasses,

A faint effort to hide what he got,

darkness within.

He set out on the path he had been before

The path, pebbled

Had returned then with a battered soul,

Lost spirit

Sitting on a new milestone

with a sheet of paper, torn,

a pencil, broken,

he began to write

a new story with a new end.