From across the sea, I see the reaches of a land far beyond my grasp. A bridge from my end to nothing; a pier for the empty sea between me and the dreams of a new land. It serpentines through the water effectively winding its way towards the center. A dark and gloomy day spreads across the sky, a brown flurry of lost intent mirrored onto the water that is my path. The incomplete lands across the water lay stagnant in their mass.On the pier rests nothing, it binds to the water and becomes one. Where the path meets my end, it fuzes into the ground as if the wooden pier had grown from the dirt itself. Mountains and hills forming a snake like horizon line in a brown completeness. In the blue haze is the formation of life’s formula. Beginning in a pure white to only be corrupted by doubt in the continuation of the path. The darkness soon engulfs the entirety of the person, of the situation and gives way to an entire portion of the painting belonging to the corruption. This eventually leads to a moment of realization whereas the dark shifts to the light. The light being the realization that through the murkiness comes a virtuous perspective of life. The sky is a turmoil of brown gloom fighting with the cloud passing through. Streaks of the blue sky bounce along the turmoil of the land, a new conundrum phasing through an open sea. The gloom adding a new sense of dread and weariness alike. This is the foundation, the core to the world and its future. Whereas we all come from the same land and the same beginning as seeds sprouting out into an ocean of possibilities separate at all points but from where we began. As the colors continue to morph together, we see a pattern to this mass of possible pathways that keeps each person from turning away from their future. The stokes on the pier act as a guiding agent, ever most unchanged by the environment while all the same dictating the direction of the path. Though curved, the path still heads towards a new land of intent and mystery. Unable to stray too far from the path, this curvature remains true as the different possibilities in which we all choose our future without choosing anything at all. This winding of color change gives way to seeing just how much freedom we have in our destinies; none at all. We are guided by the decisions we make in life, right or wrong. The spires holding the pier together are both the opposite thought process in every situation where an individual could take left or right. This further dictates their direction and all the same continuing to form their path into a new future and path on the other side of the ever so murky water in between. With each decision, we get further from where we all began, eventually coming to a mid-ground where we realize the fallacies in trying to the to the other side in the first place since it is truly just the end of what we hold dear in our own lives.
