Life Afterwards

I wonder what’s beyond the doors of where I report? The smell of freedom looming in the air as my day comes to a close. A place I have no desire in retiring, no place of closing my eyes one final time. These walls have consumed familiarity, the people have outgrown the laughs, the building grows smaller through every turn of each corner. I think it’s time I look beyond the exit for more of what’s in store for me. There’s always more for the eye of the seeker…… but only the seeker must have faith in believing there’s more than what the eye can truly see.

My time is now.

– C.A. Thomas

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