As I'm slowly coming back to life, I treat myself to one last escape before the next brawl. As it has been proven eternally still, my journey is not at all linear, but spans across several dimensions. There's the one in my mind that I navigate every single second, and then there are those visible to the outside world - those who get to be judged and analysed and are up for subjective interpretation. I'm not very fond of those, because I've yet to master the subtle nature of accepting that sometimes, heck, most of the time our truth can be in complete misalignment with people we felt are our soul mates, whatever that might even mean. I guess my haunted dreams are yet to be banished, and I still have many miles to go before I can truly claim that I've grown up. But even transcendence sometimes has to wait, for life is too beautiful to simply let slip by, so away we go ... away we fly.
