Lonesome Traveller

Lonesome Traveller.

I've stumbled upon these 2 words several a times in a course of a year.

With each tick of the clock, we are swirling, perhaps unknowingly, through the dance floors of our lives. A different style, different partners, mirroring each note and each tempo. From the jovial country folk dance in our early teens, to the hot cha cha at our prime, ending in a slow waltz.

Often, the music changes unexpecting, like a whirlwind through your heart. Leaving you to hastily adopt and change into a new outfit. A new outfit. Who will you become now?

Sometimes you dance alone. Perhaps there isn't a right dance partner to set you grooving through. But then again, your mind may be riched with meanings that you feel everybody is dancing with you. Literally.

And sometimes, you dance with someone else, or several others. But are you really there? Are you really with them?

The mind and the heart. Like fighting bulls with no sign of relention. Leaving behind nothing but emotional scar. Make peace, the battle will wear you out.

Emotional scar. Would the scar of a chickenpox spell feel as much as a slit through your wrist? Each scar, a different story, different sets of emotions weighing down a past. Memories forever trapped and locked up, till you are willing to flip the pages again.

You are a Lonesome Traveller. No doubt. Like everyone else. Each finding the place where you are physically and mentally there. Where you are no longer a single unit, but part of an entity. Where your life is worth living and your future is worth shaping.

Justify. sputnik spunned @5:43 PM