The Traveler

As the drops of rain fall on my face,
I turn to look at the figure in the distance,
It seems to vanish as if a shadow in the light,
I look up to see the darkness.

The cold breath escapes me.

The constant moments of silence remind me,
Of the times I have been alone,
And the times I would be alone,
Do I fear being alone?

I fear my actions will never be seen.

Of the tear that drops down my cheek,
It’s hidden by the drops of rain,
I let my expression on my face drain it,
Letting my emotions take it away.

As much as my soul can take.
-The lone traveler.

I reach into my jacket pockets to feel what’s inside and keep my hands warm at the same time as the cold wind brushes against my face. The cold rain patters with different intensity throughout my journey. Walking the roads of royalty names, I realize it’s the path where I reminisce a lot where I can stow away my interaction skills and just be a traveler, taking each step and contemplating about my life, and not being affected by others.

I notice a few angelic eyes drifting towards my direction throughout the journey, sometimes turning all the way to follow my every step, as if to judge and love me at the same time. I continue on my travels, unfaltering in my steps, neither slowing nor speeding up. Taking deep breaths from time to time, I imagine the moments of my life where I was at my happiest and when I was at my saddest combined.

And in my silence, I hear my voice all the more clearly in my head, knowing that it speaks without distraction. The welcoming eyes of those few seem inviting but I had not a single interest. I was a mute traveler for that moment. I was a lone dream walker who could only hear the voice of another dream walker. At those moments, I existed at the edge of reality, closing myself to the world and listening to my ipod that was safely protected inside my jacket, from the pollution of the world, the wet and cold.

But there were moments where people just faded away too, and the pathway just expanded before me, like a path to the beyond, covered with fallen leaves and continually becoming coated with the leaves that fall slowly down from above me. Like an autumn in its full beauty, full bloom. As the wind blows across, I feel the leaves just drift pass my face and I find myself spellbinded by the simple beauty of nature. The smell of the leaves of the floor was refreshing at the same time, and when I finally reached the dark gate with two white washed pillars, I realized that it marked the end of my journey.
-nawK

I’ve looked at the paths of my life which my soul had taken, and I find that there were moments it was about to break, from some invisible pressure that I had asserted on myself. Sometimes it’s hard to draw a line as to how far I’d explore each possible path, but at the end of the day, I always get fixated by a particular path in life, where I focus much on.

It’s been more than a month since I wrote, of which I have experienced much. Through much time alone spent walking the world I live in. Journeys far and close, revisiting old paths I had walked and taking in the world around me and enjoying some of life’s simplest pleasures. I know many people can’t imagine just walking for hours on end, but it’s something I just enjoy doing greatly. Many a moment I thought to myself, how far have I walked? Only to tell myself, I will walk even further than what I’ve walked now. My current sandals have easily covered three hundred kilometers by now, and hopefully another three hundred more and beyond.

As for my very own legs, how much distance have they covered? Has anyone every wondered how much they’ve actually walked with their own two feet? No cars or bikes, just with your very own two feet. How much distance have you covered so far in your life? I could say I’ve traveled thousands by now by the age of 21 [I’ve done the calculations, and had intended to write it out, but I deleted it because it just is something not worth even writing about] Imagine those who train for long distance running, imagine how much distance they would cover in their lifetime, provided they never got any serious leg injuries or ailments. I’ve done much long distance running myself, and I can say it’s an amazing feeling when it feels like your flying on your feet, like Hermes.

I miss running those distances, it allowed a freedom that I never had when I was younger. But now I have pretty much lost it due to the lack of training in running and my training in weights which have both brought about the increase in my weight that hinders my long distance ability. I hope to strive for an in-between of being able to weight train and to run long distances. But I know, that I could never be truly good at either if I did both, it would make me better than the average person, but never better than someone who dedicates him or herself solely in either in their choice of dedication. It’s hard to have everything, but I try to strive for a balance, hoping to succeed.


Remember, Remember,
The choices made are forever.

These are hurried times,
Finding the path to walk on,
As the world rushes by,
What will trouble the lot of us?

Is this how your life has felt?

How many of us live a lie?
Taking the pill of denial,
That takes your pain away,
Never mind it all.

Remember, Remember,
The choices made are forever.
-Remember