The road was treacherous, and long. But we took it anyway.
It was our plan all along.
To escape from this small town and find
A place where we belong.
Run away with us to our past.
Seemingly, it was our last chance to survive. Either perish or just leave.
So we did.
It would be difficult to tell you what we packed. It would be difficult to tell you what we left behind. Basically, we were armed with speckled notebooks, black pens, mix tapes, skateboards, and backpacks. We carried with us a map that we never followed
What can we say?
We didn’t need much where we were headed.
Where were we headed?
Read on and find out.
We had no destination.
This was frightening to us.
But that’s how most adventures begin.
By just beginning.
We were clothed in muddy sneakers and we bore bloody (and freckled) noses.
This was all that we needed.
And it was BLISS.
We never got bored.
The books we read on our journey were alive. The books we wrote were moreso.
They talked to us, and told us their secrets. Did you know that books eat souls?
There was always somewhere to go, someone to meet, something that scared
But in those quiet times, we would realize that life was too messy and we would find our purpose again and listen to the wind.
We thrived on experiences. We were never starving, but always hungry.
For something more, something just beyond our reach.
So we walked on.
We didn’t have to travel anywhere fast. We savored our journey like one would savor a meal.
We let the sights and sounds and scents surround us as we used our fingers to gobble up the world and slurped our soup.
The music we heard was unlike any music that has ever reached human ears. Imagine the sweetest sound in the world, and then imagine it is multiplied so many times you don’t know where one note ends, and another begins. The music we heard was like that all the time. It was inescapably beautiful and wondrous.
Everyone we met on our journey was a poet. Only we didn’t know it then. We knew everyone for who they really were and we never judged. We thought that people had stories and pain and pleasures to share with us, if they allowed us to share the load.
We fell in love countless times with everything we saw.
It was always a feeling of first love - without the heartache and without the awkwardness.
We were never sad when we left one place to travel to another, even if our love for the initial place was unfathomable. Love for us was circumstantial.
WE REMEMBERED EVERYTHING.
Only if everyone could know what we learned. Minutes for us felt like hours, but in in the way one imagines minutes lasting for hours to be.
Forever is a deliciously long time.
We discovered that nothing mattered.
Yet everything mattered at the same time.
Everything was fantastically vivid, but nothing was strikingly harsh or garish. There was a certain softness in which we saw everything, yet nothing was muted or dull. Everything appeared as it was, so truthful, to the point where we had to look away because it frightened us that things could be so REAL.
Some places we went, we felt like we had been there before.
And others were strange and alien to us.
Our senses would sometimes trick us into believing
You’d think us crazy if we told you we transcended time and space.
Don’t believe it impossible. We we tell you we’ve seen the past, it’s all been done before. When we tell you we’ve seen the future...you wouldn’t believe us if we told you what we saw.
And we might ruin everything for you.
Especially the ending.
Ooooh, it’s good.
WE NEVER TIRED.
OUR EYES WERE ALWAYS OPEN.
OUR MINDS ALWAYS RACING BUT GETTING US NOWHERE.
(We could walk there ourselves).
Life and death finally made sense to us. We understood things we could have never imagined.
We couldn’t even BEGIN to describe what we saw. Our eyes saw things that would not be the same in your eyes. So if we told you, it would only make it worse. Just imagine a world of infinite possibilities and people and natural wonders and beauty and ugliness.
And you would only understand a small bit of our journey.
When it was time to return, we didn’t want to go back. We had to face the harsh reality that our journey had ended. The road home was short, but we held more regrets. We had seen the world in all its joyful sorrow.
And for us, that was enough.
Though we had an epic journey, we’re slowly forgetting it all.
Memories are all we have.
ALL WE HAVE.
And it may be all we’ll ever need.
We found our place in the world, don’t worry.
This journey is never over, really.
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