Life goes.

Those words sit safely on the seat next to me, waiting to be pushed onward.

My chest thumps loudly.

I never know which way to go on these open roads, so I go where I want and make a million mistakes on my way.

I may never get a chance at this again, so I might as well go with all the might that I possess.

I'll be slow at first,

but I know I've got a million more mistakes to make before I get this right.

Seeking

Falling asleep. I can barely keep my eyes open. Drudging through three feet of snow for two days now. My legs have accustomed themselves to the constant aching. My shoulders slouch to the weight of my pack hugging my back. I have been searching this mountain so long all the terrain has melted together. White snow and frosted trees blend together in a blinding fashion. The excitement and expectation of all this trip had to offer has faded into a dying ember of hope. Still, my feet wade through the frozen ocean in rhythm.


I am interested in your eyes.
     
        I want to see your soul.

I want to glimpse into what makes you, what moves you, what pulls you.
   That is what excites me.

I want to know what you dream about,
      what you say when no one is listening,
what you think about just before you fall asleep.

I want to know that you can stand on your own.
That you are not afraid of death,
                                              or life.


The light touches the horizon, stretching it's hands across the sky. Fatigue brings me to a pause. The warmth of the sun is diminished as dusk arrives. Camp is made, a fire is built. My heart is filled with an old melody, a nightly hymn to warm my soul. The stars pick up the tune, and I fall asleep to the voices of the night sky.

She is out there, somewhere, but she is not what I am searching for.

Inspiration

Good morning world
It is four am where I am sitting. Here are some videos that I find inspiration from:

Wes Anderson's Castello Cavalcanti

Spike Jonze's I'm Here:

Thomas Blanchard's Pi:

Wes Anderson's Hotel Chevalier: