WHERE AM I GOING? I TURN AROUND AND SEE MY BUS DESCEND DOWN THE MOUNTAIN. I'M ALONE NOW WITH OTHER LONESOME WALKERS. I GUESS I'LL GO UP.
I MUST HAVE TAKEN A WRONG TURN A WHILE BACK, I THOUGHT, I WAS GOING AROUND THE MOUNTAIN. YET HERE I AM HIGHER THEN BEFORE. COLOURS OF THE ROAD SEEM TO BLEED TOGETHER AND FORM A PALLET.
GOING UP
THE LAY OF THE LAND STARTS TO OPEN UP AND I FEEL THE FULL POWER OF THE SUN BURN DOWN ON MY SKIN. THE TRINKLE OF WATER CALMS ME AND I DON'T WORRY ABOUT WHERE I'M GOING OR HOW I'M GETTING BACK. I'M IN THE HEART OF THIS MAGICAL LAND AND I LOVE IT.
I'M NOT ALONE ANYMORE. FOUND A COUPLE OF HUMANS TO KEEP ME COMPANY. ONE ASKS ME "ARE YOU LOST?" NATURALLY, I REPLYED, "ALWAYS". I FOLLOWED THEM UP THE TREK AND I FELT SAFE IN KNOWING THAT IS TRACK IS USED REGULARLY BY THE LOCALS FARMERS.
A SIGHT TO BEHOLD
I'M STARTING TO SEE A PATTERN. A THEME OF YELLOW IS DRIVING MY BLIND JOURNEY.
YELLOW TURNS TO PINK
I'LL SLEEP HERE TONIGHT. CLEAR HEADED, I THINK OF HOME. DOES ANYONE KNOW I'M HERE? I DON'T. I DON'T KNOW WHERE HERE IS. BUT WITH THE SUNSETTING IT HARDLY MATTERS NOW. GOODNIGHT ME. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THAT FEELING OF CONFUSION WHEN I FIRST WAKE. THAT FEELING STARTS MY DAY WITH SCARY MISTERY. DESCEND.
