Vois Sur Ton Chemin

Endings

If I had a ton of money, I'd travel the world. Don't doubt me, I mean the whole thing. Give it a go, imagine, just for a moment, what it'd be like. Even you, or especially you. Unusual desire, I'm sure, or is it? I want to see, to feel, to taste, to know, to experience, to learn. Not just something, everything. Gone are the days of my youth, yet not past. Time can't catch up with me because I'm seeking out time, chasing her, stretching her, extending her, enthusiastically seeking to eke every last iota of experience out of each one of her seconds. Sounds tiring, and it is.



Sometimes I lie in bed (it is still dark) and the thought (or perhaps a dream? who knows) crosses my mind (do they have crosswalks? did the thought look both ways first? someone should hold its hand) that perhaps I should (could)(want to) just stay there (breakfast) and enjoy (coffee) lounging around (sunrise) for awhile (breakfast), but other thoughts (hungry hungry hungry have to pee) keep intruding (get up, you lazybones) so I give it up and get up. Past about 5:30 I can't really sleep to well, so I might as well get out of bed and get on with it. In the end I end up witnessing some incredible sunrises. Sometimes the clouds are purplish orange, sometimes the sky is clear and on fire. Even I can enjoy images of fire, when it has to do with mornings and not with forests or houses.


Image by Adrien Robert

So I digress. Sometimes I get distracted. Don't blame me, I do the best I can, but it's not always easy to stay focused on one thing, one theme, one book, one song, one person, one experience. Ending up scattered isn't a path I'd recommend, but it's the one I've got. Travel is what I wanted to talk about, seeing the world, expanding horizons, all of that stuff. Funny, how trite cliches sound, yet they really do seem to be the best (says who?) way to express the concept, or at least they are often the first ones to enter your consciousness like an overeager door to door salesman. Not what you expected, eh? Happy to be of service, or at least enjoyment.

Time to cut out. Think you understand why this paragraph was so strange? Even you won't get it without help, so I'll give you a hint. The last letter of every sentence begins the subsequent sentence. Even I'm not this ADD, leastways, not usually. You hae a nice day now.

posted by Vivyenne @ 6:34 PM