The Undiscovered Country

An expedition of one, sent off to a land better left untraveled, undiscovered and ignored. That was the way a month passed away. The road was hard, automatic and unwilling. Feet, arms and lungs did not reply to their owner's will, something having placed them in a catatonic trance, mindless drones. Friends came by during pit stops of normality, a touch of the real world in a place of continuous challenge. The road, its length, both were unknown.

A weird sensation of frostbite was the constant companion on this trip. Fingers, hands and legs seemed frozen without sensation. Breathing was difficult, a challenge at one point. The heart raced forward, going into overdrive, willing to beat all limits just to free itself of the journey. It was fascinating and scary at the same time. All the effort that went around one's own body, but his will was ignored. Things were not going to be normal just because he wanted them to be so.

The journey had to reach an end before he would be listened to, before his will would be back in charge and he could drag himself back home. Food, books, movies and the world he left behind went around before his eyes, those two little tools that didn't betray him for a second. They kept showing him why he must go on.

They showed him that the road was going to be tough, but that once he finished it he would be free once more. Friends became a mantra, a reason to move forward, to keep fighting for control. Laughter, walks, picnics and dreams of how it'll be too be back again were his soul food, his brain food, his bare necessities. The world didn't seem that big, that stressful, because the old values were slowly corroded until they finally snapped. New ones came along, the world became dedicated to the simple things.

Time passed by and the journey seemed a bit less difficult. The middle of it was passed in an unconscious daze, eyes poised forward, staring without even blinking. That part was the toughest to be, but he had no way of knowing that. And then it suddenly happened, in one swoop his chest was liberated. Still, he kept moving forward since the road was still there.

Days passed, nights following close behind. With each passing of the sun the numbness wore off a bit more until one day his will found itself back in charge. However, there was a difference. In that moment when the road ended, its final inches of dust crackling beneath his boots, he realized that he did not know his body anymore. Time had changed both mind and body and now...now they had to meld, to unite once more into a single adventurer.

The journey ended by leaving behind two halves of what once had been a whole. But time heals and the journey back home helps. His mantra is there, his dreams are there and his friends are there. That is what he knows and what he cares for. Those are his values, stronger than ever. Soon he'll be back, but first he needs to go for one last walk, but this one he'll enjoy since this destination he knows, this destination is his home, his land.

Noah is coming, he thinks and for the first time in a long while he grins like a fool.

Good day and good night! :)