The Traveler

"Onward, onward, down this lonely path of dirt and pebbles.

Towards your destination of something that could have been.

With no one behind or ahead of you, you have nothing but yourself.

You tread on, with every meaningful step, but who is there to hear your triumphs?

You keep your head up, you lock the tears in a cellar, you coat your heart in a layer of light and beauty.

Yet you are invisible to everyone.

You have absolutely nothing in either hand, but you give everything you can.

But who will ever want something that comes from nothing?

Deep inside the black hole of your soul is the very thing everyone looks for, its so magnificent and bright yet incredible incomprehensible.

Travel on in hopes of finding someone or something to join you in your journey to find the truth of it all.

Perhaps then you will find out that I was there all along, believing and hoping and giving you everything."
~Spit. (I dont remember her real name but she goes by spit)

Every word of this piece speaks that which has been my life for so long. She perfectly captured the way and life of the traveler. Is it strange that I see myself in this and not the artist? Perhaps I am too self-centered.