Living a life we don’t know. (Part 2)
My room is booked, my train is fixed. I can’t wait to visit the city of clouds and fog.
Where is it? I don’t know, but surely it’s somewhere between the peak and the valley — where no road shapes like forthright. Those lanes are always meandering and cold. No warm can save the wind of night and the threshold.
But this is just my imagination.
If I came to that place, would you be the one who told me to stay?
We never know the answer — but more, like, you are the only one who can answer it.
One says that there is no coincidence in the world, and I did agree. If people are meant to bring joy, you’ll feel it. If they are meant to teach you whole bags of pain, you’ll feel it. If they are meant to give you a slow life, you’ll feel it. You’ll always feel it.
There is no coincidence in the world, and now we’re going forward, each coming from opposite directions to the same point. But that point will be sore. It will take you to throw up, and you’ll feel nauseous all the time. You’ll feel it.
It’s inevitable, and we both know we’re walking toward it. No one can stop us now unless we hinder it ourselves.
It’s a long journey. And even now, I am exhausted. I haven’t even started anything yet. But I need to meet you, somewhere, somewhen, somehow. We need to face each other. Soon.
Just don’t tell anyone if you feel it too. It’s only between us.
“So, will you tell me to stay?”
-Northeast, 22 Apr 2023.
