The Other

I remember the solitude in it’s purest form. All the thoughts in the world chattering only bringing disappointment. I have visited the caves and given my gifts, but like them, I appear as an unworthy subject of their wants. Personally, I would have supported this, but a discovery of relativity has allowed me not to feel alone, but connected in a way that cannot be explained, this may be due to circumstance. I will carry a torch for you, the light showing these odd writings on the walls, but my own as well. Every step will leave a twin trail, at this time the parallel lines will expose the white chalk beneath; acting as some sort particular need to part the cliffs and separate the tides. I can’t make the judgement or distinction of the other markings that are here already, I was expecting just shapes of different sizes, this is where closer analysis made by you had shown not only were these shapes of greater thoughts, but of purpose as well. This pilgrimage it now seems seems to bring us to no location, but although I see the ending destination in my mind, the environment refuses to shape as the image. Sitting at the very edge of despair. I sat with all hope gone, watching this shape in the distance drop it’s head, surrendering to the land. In many ways, we have much in common.