As I walked down the eternal path I felt nothing. I just walked and walked and I didn’t know why. I smelled the fresh raindrops, enjoying my surroundings. I walked on and on hoping to find something, that thing could be peace or a person, but why would I want to find people who could possibly ruin the peace?

I walked, I walked, I trodded, I marched, almost triumphantly, although what was there to triumph over? I heard cicadas shrieking beautifully, frogs croaking with melody. I didn’t know why I found these things to be beautiful, but I simply did.

I kept along the soggy path, wondering where it would end, or was an end something that it didn’t have? I wouldn’t mind if it didn’t end, it would just be a necessary escape from my reality.

I saw a wasp land on me, and I stood there, not in fear but in admiration. Admiration for the things Mother Nature’s magnificent merry mind had molded. It stung me, but I couldn’t care less. I felt barely any pain as I saw the rose of insects fly away.

My arm started pounding, but I just looked around me, taking in all of the sights to behold. This misty path pryed me from my pitiful past and put me in this perfect place. Nothing could disturb me, not even a feral bear coming straight at me. Why would I fight against nature? Nature was too beautiful for me to fight.

A few hours passed and my arm went numb. I couldn’t move it anymore, but I was still at peace, unstressed. I kept on seeing new things such as butterflies fluttering by, and bees pollinating plants. I came to a part in the path that was enveloped in sawgrass, and this was where my senses heightened. I heard the frogs croaking at me, telling me to leave their realm. I felt the wasps sting slowly immobilize me. I saw the opening at the end of the path. Perhaps I was the one disturbing the peace, but it was clear that every entity that was on that path no longer wanted me there. I understood this and walked into an open field at the end of the path.

My arm had completely shriveled and I felt nauseous, with a splitting headache on top of that. I realized too late that although I wanted nature, it didn’t want me back. And so here my journey on this beautiful path ends. Death from the thing I love most…