The Aftermath- or The Anatomy of an Accident
Before I started this trip I was thinking of a name for the book I was going to write afterwards. I found so many… summed and subtracted, weighed it emptied it, turned it over this way
then the other, and at long last decided on “The Trails in My Palm.” See, I was doing a
round-the-world tour and the world was going to be in my palm. Furthermore, I believe
life is a journey in itself. You take one road, it leads to another, sometimes the roads meet,
a slightly different turn takes you somewhere completely different, to a place where you had never planned to go, or never could have dreamt to go. I look at the lines in my palm and
see that journey. Besides, don’t they read your fortune from those trails?!
The cuts on my hand
Are the brush strokes of fate...
Just like the trails in my palm.
Sometimes… when fate is tired,
He misspells the word
And trail becomes trial.
Starting this trip, I had never calculated there would be trials. It was supposed to be all fun!
But that’s okay… As time bleaches the colors of pain, I smile at the wise old lady of the future.