Greetings, my beloved..!!
Been quite a while I wanted to write this... When I was eight years old, Big Joe told me, “Son, the best friend you’ll have is the road,” and I’d like to think this is where it began... A ridiculed bum, little did the town understand him, he longed for a tangible goodbye to the town he loved, why he chose to acknowledge my ignorable presence that night... I was the closest he could get to that... Those words and he was gone, unheard of ever since...
I left home pretty soon after... Running away from home just to find myself a bigger home- I’ve walked mountains, climbed ‘em, seen dusty roads, and quiet homes, felt like mother nature’s bellybutton, for brief fleeting moments, met hobos, and nomads, and bastards, and industrial-robots, boys who were sold out even before their birth, and girls, lonely, who’d try to look you straight into the eye, find that connect, a sense of belonging and longing, walked through veils, and mist, tried simplifying them, gave up soon, tried running, gave up soon, tried fighting, gave up soon, tried giving up, and gave up soon... It has been a mad blur, this life, abstract as modern art... It has been a good life...
Now I understand why Big Joe wished a tangible goodbye, and that is just what I wish right now, through this panegyric, which will be buried deep within snow with me before long, traceless... It’s strange that us, who build us a shell and hide, avoid acknowledgement, still seek it through such means... even if for fleeting moments...It’s a mad world...
xxxx
P.S. – I’ve lived...I’m just another one, but I am me...
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