Time for something drastic.

Defining life on his own terms.

No angels. No demons.

No expectations. Just drift.

North to South.

Walk while the coast heals wounds.

The sea breeze renews.

Salt in the air acts like a baptism.

Sins of the self washed away.

North to South.

To be alone. To think. To reinvent.

Depending on oneself.

Food, water, and survival with these two hands.

Not needing much more than that.

North to South.

Not the destination.

More the journey.

Replenished.

From here, sorting life out.

North to South.

Be good to each other,

-Nathan