You chose a difficult path. Don’t expect it otherwise.
The road ahead goes like this. It starts small but always seems a lot at the moment. The pleasure satisfies your needs for a little. The minute you have it, you are excited, calm, disappointed. Before it ends, you want a little more. You are looking for something else. More, better, never enough.
Somewhere in this loop, you are drawn into the center. Your head spins a little faster, the day goes a little shorter, sleeping gets a little harder. The things closest to you start to drift apart. Space is stretched, time is bent.
It is leaving you, so hold on to it. It is decaying, so fix it. Your dream just passed by, so chase it. You try to keep your feet on the ground while your arms are reaching for the stars. Just a little longer, you can make it.
You realize you have to let something go to get what you want, so you don’t hold on to anything. It is beyond repair, so don’t bother fixing it. Another dream is approaching, so wait for it to come to you. Everything only matters at the moment. Everything deteriorates outside your orbit. Every dream has an ending.
So you drove to the valley of death, climbed the mountain with Dante, played a round of golf with the devil, drank the badwater off the basin, and painted the hills with palettes.
You asked the universe a million questions, but the air has no sound. The discomfort, the silence of truth, and nothing but heat
