Imagine a musty darkened world, rotting leaves spread every which way. Knee deep, I wade through the decay, mind clogged, heart weary, soul heavy. All I want is a taste of fresh air. Every breath brings in the stink of death, and I’m tired of it. I’ve grown lethargic, and this landscape is only the reflection of my mind.

You’re voice rings in my head, and all I can hear is your soft tones. All I want is you. Looking down at my feet, I see a glisten through the decay, and at that moment I know. Break through the lethargy and I’ll find your beautiful face. Long forgotten energy starts to flow through my veins, and I see possibility once again.

I raise my hand, fingers clenched into a fist, and up from above comes a comforting shadow. Above me is a giant fist, a mirror image, an immense doppelganger. For the first time in a long time, a smile crawls up my face.

Fist to floor, fingers extend, and the doppelganger follows. Flesh touches leaves, and then they fly.  Reaching for the goal I drag and rake, fervently rushing toward your image, and the harder I work the more tired I get, and the wider my smile.

Leaves clear, the decay fades, and I see your forest green eyes and I know that I am free.