Thirstyrover - Hobbyist, Traditional Artist | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

Here I Depart

Along this old road bloom violets,they seem like a funny flowermade of twilight colors. What now?I stand off the side of the road,my car has broken down. Alonein a vast field, a single roadcuts through. I traveled far and longover winding hills, down valleysand through green dells. Across desertsinto canyons, from coast to coastto forests and flowers. Overmountains and plains, to rural townsand sprawling cities. Finally,it broke, my old car I knew well.Sure, I could fix it. Make it lasta few hundred or a thousandmiles more. I still have more to see,more places to go, but should I?The wind kicks up my hair and sweepsthrough the grasses, I just stand therestaring at my car. What now creepsinto my heart? Despair? Sadness?Pain? No, it is like exhaustion.I could travel more, but I willnever plant any roots. A ghostwho passes through but is nothingin truth. Just an observer stuckon the sidelines withoutanyone to know or to hold.Maybe this is a sign my timeof wandering and exploringmust come