Trails. To follow them, or not? Some might think that to follow a trail is the best way to get where you are going. I say, to make your own trail is to create your own destination.
Go meet the man at the end of the trail, at the top of the mountain. He’s waiting for you – for you only. He smiles. The trail is long, the trail will kill you – but the end is the grandest reward of all. It ends when you give in, and it only stops for those who don’t believe.
the trail that takes you everywhere. the trail that could take you to happiness or take you to sadness. the trail that plays out your life just by deciding which way of the trail you want to take. the directions are in your mind, don’t ever let yourself decided where to go by someone else’s trail. ever.
Walking runnding camping, playing snging laughing telling storries. Dirt Rocks trees free fun play jogging nature freedom, happy creative, journaling dancing naked in the rain wanting to be there forever.
The trail was uneven and a bit rocky. The hiking of it was a little slower going than most we had treid, but still fun. We go out to breathe the fresh air and get a little exercise. The air was fresh, and the sky was blue. What more can you ask for?
I am glad we went out to hike the trail today.
I hope we go again soon! next time maybe we will take the kids with us, they might enjoy it. The view from the top is great!
his personal trail of tears bored me after a while. i wasn’t so in love with his ethnic charms. i thought of leaving and coming back and leaving. but leave what? leave myself? leave my mirror? i stayed, and i was bored again.
Gobs dripped and drooled off his skin, falling and landing on the burning pavement. Weighed down by the gravity of every measured calorie, his lungs are drowned in asphyxiating venom. Each bad decision hangs like a sand bag from his shoulders. His mind alive with demons, all his ghosts arise behind him. The closet is full of skeletons that pound but cannot twist the knob.
i left the trail, heading into the unknown, trying not to trample anything on my way … i sought the unseen, the undiscovered, even while knowing that i was not alone, i sought alone-ness. being one w/ nature being so different than being w/ even one person … sharing the air, the view, the ground w/ hundreds, even thousands of beings that aren’t human is restful in a way that nothing else can compare w/.
the trail was long and twisty and it went a very long way into the deep forest. no one was sure where it went because no one had ever walked it. to traverse this particular trail would be folly as the general belief was that it lead to nowhere. this was understandable since the only person to walk it had never come back.
i followed the trail for as far as i could into the forest. it had caught my attention, but i had come lacking any source of light. no torch or phone and i wasn’t going in there that unarmed. i decided to come back the next day with someone else and better equipment to see where exactly the trail was going to lead, and who had left it to be followed.
The trail before me was completely unknown. Although I had walked it many times before, or so I’m told, the trees, the path, the scenery was all strange to me. This trail, a path I should know but do not, seemed vaguely familiar, however, it led to no where in particular to me now.
on the trail of a broken track….maybe in Arizona..on the trail on the trail, Josie’s rendition of the song at the end of jungle book which the elephants sing..i think she said train now come to think of it..anyway the joke must have evolved, but the elephants are linked by their trunks & tails so look like they’re in a train.
walking down the woody trail lost deep i thought i ponder the vision of you. were we here in past lives or just yesterday. the birds whiz by in tweet-filled bliss on their daily rounds. i think of you and sigh…
i have a trove of memories from travelling with my parents throughout my childhood… it only makes me appreciate their worldliness more, and makes me bitter to think that i didn’t take advantage or even cooperate half of the time. They valued the importance of their children being exposed, seing the world. They also appreciated the beauty of nature, and often took us on week-plus hiking and exploring daventures in states as random as Idaho or Wyoming.
The trail leads down. It leads up. It leads all around. No matter how you go on the trail, you will go, go, go. And when it ends you will find you have found another trail. This trail leads down. It leads up and it leads all around. So take the trail. Take it you bastardized version of man. You audience member, take it.
backpacking in new mexico. i was the map guide and i took the wrong one several times. the other kids were pissed at me but i didnt give a damn. i would ask them if theyd like the compass and the map, but nobody took up my offer. responsibility is a bitch…
I walked along the trail… It lead nowhere. Well, It lead somewhere, but that somewhere was so insignificant, and so not what i had wanted from it, that it my mind, it lead nowhere.
Riding my horse down the path, I listen to the birds singing and the wind rustling in the trees. Ask for a canter and let my worries fade away. It’s hot out and the sun is beating down on my back and shoulders. The wind feels good in my hair. I want to stay out all day long and just enjoy life.
As someone decides to embark upon an adventure and experience a myriad of new happpenings they will ultimately leave a trail of adverturous and inspiring events. Touching peoples hearts and influencing their fates, never to be the same again, for better or for worse
I was on a trail last year that kept going and going. It was becoming more difficult to ride on but I didn’t want to turn around. I was curious. i was dedicated to the outcome.
we traveled down the trail of life not knowing where we are heading but having an outline. as we travel our routes change and we are faced with challenges but we get through them and we figure out away to get to the end of the trail.
walking down the rock bumpy trails. smelling the fresh air and seeing the animals eating the near by grass. the griant ever green trees towering over me. hearing people laught and sing haveing a jolly time.
His trail was not worth hiding. There are few things a man can do to escape the pursuit of 4 trained bloodhounds – trained not only in tracking, but in the take-down and dismemberment of a fully grown person. He had to try something though…but what? He could only fight off so many of them at a time with a stick or two.
i was walking down a trail one day and i came upon a creek. it was a shallow creek with tall grass around it. it was a hot day out so i decided to take a little dip. the water was cold but refreshing.
I have so much to say about “trail” because I write fantasy. Not an explanation in itself, but my stories are in the “journey quest” genre, so lots of walking on trails, lots of trailing one person, then another. So where to start?
Dark and twisty at night, daylight bleachers the upper branches as color winds down towards the middle and darkness dances along the dirt path. The upward movement is sweaty but the river at the top makes it worth a day.
later that night, I got to thinking about paths, and why when are on them, we always seem to trail behind. If we are on the path, does that mean that we want to be on the path? And as the thought began to trail behind be, I could not help but wonder: why is it that I am trailing my day by doing this?
Trails. To follow them, or not? Some might think that to follow a trail is the best way to get where you are going. I say, to make your own trail is to create your own destination.
Go meet the man at the end of the trail, at the top of the mountain. He’s waiting for you – for you only. He smiles. The trail is long, the trail will kill you – but the end is the grandest reward of all. It ends when you give in, and it only stops for those who don’t believe.
the trail that takes you everywhere. the trail that could take you to happiness or take you to sadness. the trail that plays out your life just by deciding which way of the trail you want to take. the directions are in your mind, don’t ever let yourself decided where to go by someone else’s trail. ever.
Walking runnding camping, playing snging laughing telling storries. Dirt Rocks trees free fun play jogging nature freedom, happy creative, journaling dancing naked in the rain wanting to be there forever.
wisps of remnants of passing, we can still feel them etched in our minds, and follow them, though they lead nowhere and yet also to our ruin
Walking thru life many trails come into view
left
right
straight ahead
the trail may lead back the way I came
or forward into what looks like stormy weather
the trail most often chose is the easy flower lined blue skied trail
the one i like best is the challenging
The trail was uneven and a bit rocky. The hiking of it was a little slower going than most we had treid, but still fun. We go out to breathe the fresh air and get a little exercise. The air was fresh, and the sky was blue. What more can you ask for?
I am glad we went out to hike the trail today.
I hope we go again soon! next time maybe we will take the kids with us, they might enjoy it. The view from the top is great!
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his personal trail of tears bored me after a while. i wasn’t so in love with his ethnic charms. i thought of leaving and coming back and leaving. but leave what? leave myself? leave my mirror? i stayed, and i was bored again.
Going walking on a trail in the mountians and seeing waterfalls.
a muddy track, something left by a snail when it moves.
the mark snot leaves when you wipe your nose down your arm
On the trail of something
Trail leading somewhere, dusty, barely troden. Try following it? Or ignore it. It’s really up to you.
Gobs dripped and drooled off his skin, falling and landing on the burning pavement. Weighed down by the gravity of every measured calorie, his lungs are drowned in asphyxiating venom. Each bad decision hangs like a sand bag from his shoulders. His mind alive with demons, all his ghosts arise behind him. The closet is full of skeletons that pound but cannot twist the knob.
The trail is a mysterious thing. Mystery. You must be an illusion. Nothing is real. Why is reality?
God is now here.
God is nowhere.
Trail is something you have behind you either in evidence or something that just follows you around wherever you go.
i left the trail, heading into the unknown, trying not to trample anything on my way … i sought the unseen, the undiscovered, even while knowing that i was not alone, i sought alone-ness. being one w/ nature being so different than being w/ even one person … sharing the air, the view, the ground w/ hundreds, even thousands of beings that aren’t human is restful in a way that nothing else can compare w/.
the trail was long and twisty and it went a very long way into the deep forest. no one was sure where it went because no one had ever walked it. to traverse this particular trail would be folly as the general belief was that it lead to nowhere. this was understandable since the only person to walk it had never come back.
“Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep on smilin’ until then.”
(That’s the only thing I could think of. My brain is dominated by lyrics.)
i followed the trail for as far as i could into the forest. it had caught my attention, but i had come lacking any source of light. no torch or phone and i wasn’t going in there that unarmed. i decided to come back the next day with someone else and better equipment to see where exactly the trail was going to lead, and who had left it to be followed.
The trail before me was completely unknown. Although I had walked it many times before, or so I’m told, the trees, the path, the scenery was all strange to me. This trail, a path I should know but do not, seemed vaguely familiar, however, it led to no where in particular to me now.
on the trail of a broken track….maybe in Arizona..on the trail on the trail, Josie’s rendition of the song at the end of jungle book which the elephants sing..i think she said train now come to think of it..anyway the joke must have evolved, but the elephants are linked by their trunks & tails so look like they’re in a train.
walking down the woody trail lost deep i thought i ponder the vision of you. were we here in past lives or just yesterday. the birds whiz by in tweet-filled bliss on their daily rounds. i think of you and sigh…
trail
verb
– to follow
i follow
you follow
she follows
he follows
they follow
i have a trove of memories from travelling with my parents throughout my childhood… it only makes me appreciate their worldliness more, and makes me bitter to think that i didn’t take advantage or even cooperate half of the time. They valued the importance of their children being exposed, seing the world. They also appreciated the beauty of nature, and often took us on week-plus hiking and exploring daventures in states as random as Idaho or Wyoming.
The trail leads down. It leads up. It leads all around. No matter how you go on the trail, you will go, go, go. And when it ends you will find you have found another trail. This trail leads down. It leads up and it leads all around. So take the trail. Take it you bastardized version of man. You audience member, take it.
A path in the woods. Autumn leaves, indirect light. Peace.
backpacking in new mexico. i was the map guide and i took the wrong one several times. the other kids were pissed at me but i didnt give a damn. i would ask them if theyd like the compass and the map, but nobody took up my offer. responsibility is a bitch…
I walked along the trail… It lead nowhere. Well, It lead somewhere, but that somewhere was so insignificant, and so not what i had wanted from it, that it my mind, it lead nowhere.
Riding my horse down the path, I listen to the birds singing and the wind rustling in the trees. Ask for a canter and let my worries fade away. It’s hot out and the sun is beating down on my back and shoulders. The wind feels good in my hair. I want to stay out all day long and just enjoy life.
As someone decides to embark upon an adventure and experience a myriad of new happpenings they will ultimately leave a trail of adverturous and inspiring events. Touching peoples hearts and influencing their fates, never to be the same again, for better or for worse
I was on a trail last year that kept going and going. It was becoming more difficult to ride on but I didn’t want to turn around. I was curious. i was dedicated to the outcome.
we traveled down the trail of life not knowing where we are heading but having an outline. as we travel our routes change and we are faced with challenges but we get through them and we figure out away to get to the end of the trail.
walking down the rock bumpy trails. smelling the fresh air and seeing the animals eating the near by grass. the griant ever green trees towering over me. hearing people laught and sing haveing a jolly time.
I like trailmix granola bars! They are not as hard on your teeth as the regular granolas.They are a litte more expensive…but
His trail was not worth hiding. There are few things a man can do to escape the pursuit of 4 trained bloodhounds – trained not only in tracking, but in the take-down and dismemberment of a fully grown person. He had to try something though…but what? He could only fight off so many of them at a time with a stick or two.
i was walking down a trail one day and i came upon a creek. it was a shallow creek with tall grass around it. it was a hot day out so i decided to take a little dip. the water was cold but refreshing.
i walked down the trail.sunlight. him .charm. the green foliage. god im good. horny. sleepy.not really here. the muddy road. dusty. i love him.
I have so much to say about “trail” because I write fantasy. Not an explanation in itself, but my stories are in the “journey quest” genre, so lots of walking on trails, lots of trailing one person, then another. So where to start?
Dark and twisty at night, daylight bleachers the upper branches as color winds down towards the middle and darkness dances along the dirt path. The upward movement is sweaty but the river at the top makes it worth a day.
later that night, I got to thinking about paths, and why when are on them, we always seem to trail behind. If we are on the path, does that mean that we want to be on the path? And as the thought began to trail behind be, I could not help but wonder: why is it that I am trailing my day by doing this?