I'm Home

I am old, worn, twisted, broken, tired, and bitter.

I burned all the bridges that led back to people who betrayed me. Beautiful fires. Why stop there? So I burned all the bridges that led back to people who might betray me. Mmmmm. The flames. Still not enough. So I burned all the bridges. Yessss...

Now, I  find myself alone on an island. But I am not alone. I realize this is my island of childhood terrors, abuse, and forgotten dreams. The landscape is nothing but different shades of darkness. There is no angelic glow. There is no demonic fire. There are no shadows here because there is no light. Only an empty void of black.

I can finally lay my head.

The Empire Center

In just under an hour. I will pass the Empire Center in Burbank, California.

(51 miles)

I remember the countdown in miles. Which eventually changed to a count in heartbeat. The anticipation. 

(42 miles)

I remember her smile, her eyes, her gentle laughter, her warm embrace, her whispers.

(34 miles)

I remember each moment. Her presence in my life was inspiring. It made me forget everything but remember everything. I touched the past and looked to  the future.

(22 miles)

I remember the silence between the words that told 1001 stories. I had found my Scheherazade.

(8 miles)

I remember her childhood but I was not there. The terrors of war withering a soul.

(1 mile)

I remember the love, but I have forgotten the remnants. The wind has carried the ashes away.

(fading in the rear view mirror)

I have cried a sea of tears, upon she will never sail.

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Written Dec 3, 2024