It was quite daft... to believe this was not the ending when in truth everything has been forlorn. Ever speck of hope that had catapulted his very first step, to that moment when he ran full-stride going nowhere. Always was he hoping that at the very next bend, or at the other corner, or the very next mile, his destination will be arrived - all the while not thinking about the distance he traveled, nor the time it took. He would not have dared to imagine, much less believed, that all those years he spent searching  would have been for naught. No. Not especially on days like this, where his hard efforts of going somewhere looking for something is rewarded with some bowl of soup and a quarter piece of bread.

- Sept. 24, 2014 -