I’ve been cold places. lonely, grey lifeless worlds whose only sounds come from the never ending wind. if you listen long enough, you catch sounds that should be far away. seagulls in the distance, the rustle of leaves at your back…you turn…and it’s still just as desolate and illusion-ed as before. you don’t measure time in distance in this world. time stands on it’s end here; it’s measure is in the amount of resolve you have to keep moving. the times when the sun rises, the moments that it falls. though you can see it, her great energy fails to touch you. numbness steals through your extremities. your body battling against the elements to create heat faster than you lose it. sometimes, it seems as though you have to die a little to keep going. but the same thing always happens in the end…you don’t truly “die”. you come out of the waste a new-found soul; reborn, yet still tainted and dirty. but there is more of you now. more than there was before. the world seems smaller somehow. it’s entirety measured with the passing of a glance; a head to toe over.
and so now i find myself, back into the south, away from desolution, away from isolation, away from clear thoughts and pure dreams. a simpler life, a more common way. i lost something out there, but i found something greater, in here…