Into the Wyld...

In many ways, I use words to say things better than my eyes can see. I live in a beautiful world but some days, I long to see so much more. I hate to always go alone so I leave literary bread crumbs for people to come find me. On today's post, I take a step in a different direction. A creative piece on traveling while staying put:

As I shove off the docks, I can't help but wonder if there is a home at the other end...and as the tiny crowd fades into mere speckles in the fog, I miss them in a way I thought I wouldn't. I miss those I have never even known...just because I may never ever know. I miss those that I swore indifference for. I absolutely miss those I've lost. And suddenly my world is on its own little acid trip. It quickly switches back and forth from shrinking and imploding to expanding and exploding; and I can't tell which end frightens me more. But of one thing I'm sure, I'm not running from, I'm running too.

Alas, I refuse to grow settled without a concept of forever...and I swear these young eyes growing content will render me blind in no time. So I had to leave to see...to breath the air of distant lands. I am, after all, a man of adventure and discovery. The human is pulled through life in pursuit of novel stimuli. Life is balance but every once in a while you've got to tip the scales to turn your own tide...and here I am adrift again.

And as land compromised itself to its blue majestic owner, I took a deep breath and let one tear fly in the face of fear. I gave one shudder to the thought of the unknown and I let slip one sigh simultaneously hopeful and doubtful of the future.

I never was wooed by typical pursuits after all.

Where am I going? Technically, nowhere. I'll be back in the morning. I'll return on the other side of the blink I left on. I take this trip often. I take it because I've heard there is a place where imagination and youthful hope never die among the rocky bluffs. I go here to write, dream, pray, cry, and escape. I've found it a few times...never in the same place.

They say no one is an island. I beg to differ...we are all marooned, from time to time, on our own personal plot of reality. So I take trips out daily to find others like me...I send messages out in bottles just to see what shores they might reach.

Its a beautiful ride if you've got a good co-pilot...I haven't found mine yet but I know she's just around tomorrow's corner. I swear I'm not looking but what I'm really not looking for is disappointment or a days walk in the wrong direction. So for now I take this trip solo...

Some day the mainland will hear word that I'm out here...and then this place, this place of beauty and peace...won't seem so lost and forgotten all the time.