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The Emotional Nihilist – Prose Poetry

He walks alone;

Drowning in himself;

His incompetence

His sorrows

His fears

All clouding his mind…

His choices

An emotional nihilist

Seeking hedonistic pleasures…

With a tip of the bottle

A pop of a pill

A flick of a flame

Addiction never surfaces as a consequence…

It’s a release

Sending the pain below

But it always floats back to the surface…

The soft lulling ripples

Turn to intense waves

And the monsoon repeats itself

Much like Mother Nature

It’s unpredictable…

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Brian Cray is not a cyclist. He’s not a hitchhiker. He’s not a train hopper or an adrenaline junkie. He’s just an ordinary man with gypsy blood in his veins, who can’t seem to settle down. Nothing defines him. He goes wherever this world takes him on this journey we call life, roaming the world, at will, by any means. He aspires for a life of indefinite travel, a tiny home in the woods for him and his wife, and any work that keeps him wanderin’. Brian Cray is a travel writer at heart, sharing his stories with the world one keystroke at a time.

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I surprised myself reading back through my “road adventures” how many of them ended in a depressed voice. I was seeking a path away from sorrow.