Views:599 | By: Benson If you have lived over 6,570 days, you're over 18 and you probably remember that little boy in your early school days who used to claim he would grow up to be a priest or the Pope. For some of you, that boy was me.

The whole paradox about it is I liked girls' company and that sort of meant I had failed from the start, I did not know I had. After learning what it meant to be a priest, the bail out turned unavoidable.

I am now over 10,000 days, the more they become the harder it becomes for Violet, it is like she has a fire on somewhere in a vast rain forest, she has to keep it going. For every time she falls asleep, it dies and I get lost. I wonder for days until the smoke turns up again, sometimes there are many, I can barely tell which one is her's, I have showed up at the wrong camp a couple of times.

Violet, I know you're out there, keep your flame on, my eyes are not that good, I wear glasses yet am very swift, I am lean, I know exactly what I want and am willing to pay the price. As soon as I see your sign, I will make it before next nightfall. I have faced a few obstacles along the way, I have scars, I have bleed and still bleeding, I have to make it to you, these scars cannot be for nothing.

If you see me running into your camp, open your tent and come for me, I am almost weightless, been running all my life, I have not had time to feed, the wind is getting stronger and might blow this slender self into another universe, you will have to catch me, you will have to do the last saving, it's the only one I will not have strength for.

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