There are roads aplenty. Infinite roads ahead all stretching forward in all directions. They’re just roads and we walk them as they come. We ride them through or skip them, hop into and jump off them. Just roads. At first they feel permanent, walled straight lines, but they slowly cross and mix and we learn its not the roads that matter it’s us and to some point the general bearing they take us, never the actual destination. There is no end game and no goal, but it’s not the road that matters either, the trip and people you share the trip with is all there is.

I share this trip you, even from so far away. I handed you a huge piece of my heart and all that it entails, everything it has is yours, to slowly discover and enjoy. All I know is I don’t share this piece of my heart with nobody else, even if both our roads have more people and we have to share heart time and space with them this is only yours, and I hope to share it with you for a long time.