Alex Rangel
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Dear Diary
October 14, 77 P.C. Dear Diary- This morning, like many others, I took the mountain path before sunrise. Climbing the mountain, I cautiously hoped today would be the day he would come back for me. Days are long when you are waiting for someone. Walking this path up the mountain I always think back to his last words to me, “I’ll come back for you.” Breathing lightly to minimize effects of the miasma clinging to the treacherous path, I seek beauty in this gray world. I am grateful for the thin air, at this altitude it maximizes the length of outdoor exposure. Conditions permitting, I often visit this high vantage point at dawn or dusk. The palate of my existence is so gray, even a momentary reprieve is sublime. Perched upon my rock high above the bunker facing east, I wait, keeping my breath shallow, keeping my eyes to the horizon.
By Alex Rangel5 years ago in Fiction
The Journey Thus Far
As a young man, my passion was bottomless and universal. I have specific memories of bringing levity to tense situations, being truly unaffected by the burdens of negativity. Difficult realities slowly eroded this sense of joy and the desire to spread it. I feel happens with most people. I have always had the feeling of a ship beset by harsh weather the moment safe harbor disappears over the horizon.
By Alex Rangel5 years ago in Journal
