I suppose the road will always feel endless. The important thing is to muster the courage to not end it but to keep walking, floating, dancing. On, and on. The scenery is constantly changing. Everything get’s emptier. Not by chance, but because I have lost the strength to create a world filled with companions. As I continue walking I see myself tarnished by the challenges of life and embedded in my arm is a word. That word is “remember.” In past reincarnations I usually forgot what I was supposed to remember, but third time’s a charm. At least I hope it is.