A soul unraveling. A choice made and a regret to follow. That night lying beneath the stars, falling asleep to the sound of a whippoorwill plagues my memory. With no way to rewind, it’s a bittersweet memory that I presently live in. If I could rewrite that memory, I would return and stay there under the moonlight listening to the flow of the red river. I would climb to the top of the castle buried deep in the woods and remain there. Absorbing the light breeze like feathers on my skin and the smell of dew drops. The vast array of stars would never leave my sight. A place that exists somewhere in the world will forever also live in my heart. It’s where my soul takes refuge. When my body decays, my soul will remain there still, still listening to the song of the whippoorwill. Only then will my soul come to peace with a road never taken.