CAN’T YOU READ THE SIGN, SIGN, EVERYWHERE A SIGN – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.6

Oh Sweet Irony!!!!
IN CONTINUATION FROM: THE MAN WHO SPRINTED THE MARATHON – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.5

another day in the 2020 paradise

Hi how are ya? — Good, You — Okay great…

**Insert Awkward Silence.**

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 6 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

a word of advice, don’t offer others your unsolicited advice – sweet irony, Here is no. 6…

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A Struggling Poem- Do you know what it is to be buried alive?

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Do you know what it is to be buried alive?

To be smothered and smoldered, set on fire to keep you from infesting others.

Do you know what it is to be buried alive?

Isolated from love, simply out of the incapacity to reciprocate it properly.

Do you know what it is to be buried– Alive?

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