Road Trip
I want to travel, travel like I have never travelled before. Although this will not be the first time, I want to be alone again. I will pack my 40 liters Assault, my Apexus Tadpole Tent, my Merrell Shoes, my beaver slippers, my local swiss knife, my local headlamp, my never-been used hammock, my journal, my books and of course my old books.
This is going to be one-hell of a roadtrip. I am addicted to the feeling of being a stranger, a person who has all the rights to be friends with everybody, no judgement, no pretentions, just the plain self, face to face with what the locals call their way of life.
I want to sit on the sand with a stranger. Tell him all the things that brings me pain and joy. We will watch the sunset and the sunrise telling each other our stories, listening to each to other till we get tired and off we go on our own ways. Exciting, liberating.
I am going to remember each road that I will walk into, the trees that I will pass by, the color of their leaves, the smell of the air, the comfort of silence. I will cherish them as I move past them.
I want to talk to people I do not know and look at the in the eye allowing myself to be vulnerable from their piercing eyes questioning my identity. I shall become one with all those who travel without purpose but to decipher the meaning of being alone, of being no one, of being nothing.
And when I get back to the busy life of the city, I shall crave for the simple lives of the folks 've met. I shall remember waking up in the morning and feeling the blessing of living for another day to see the sunrise, breathe the fresh air and walk on a road that has been as familiar as the back of thir calloused hands. And I will replay on my mind all the stories shared to me by people who had come in touch with life's most painful path. And just like many others, I pretend that my life is better yet in the middle of the night, when the city lights has gone out I shall realize that my story is no different. It is the same worries, the same sadness, the same happiness, the same dreams, it all differs on the degree of intensity.
Because of this, I shall learn. I shall learn from their experiencea and whenever I will be confronted by my own demon, I will remember all those people, fighting the same battle and I shall be strong, I shall stand up , I shall withstand and then win.
Currently feeling: excited
Posted by poetfreak at 05:32 PM in hanging by a moment | Cleanse me


