Slowly I crawl to destination. A destination. Not the final one, for there really isn't on, is there? Or am I wrong? It's just that I may never want to arrive at that potential final destination.
I am so tired. How long will I be able to travel the unlit, winding mountain road whilst half asleep from an exhausting day?
But a crash is not what I see. I see a trial by fire, then a road to superstardom, then I will be led through The Gate after a traumatic event. . .down the road.
So thin be The Veil.
And how long must I wait to get the answer to The Riddle of She?
