Wanderer

It is during these sleepless nights

that I spend lying awake

thinking, 

dreaming,

that I find myself floating away.

I rise up, away from the present;

away from reality;

away from what I have been taught to believe in.

I slowly rise,

and I gently fall.

Each night I seem to fly even farther;

even higher

than the night before.

It is during these restless moments

when I feel the most at peace.

I can hear the silence growing;

growing louder

and louder

with each passing moment.

I can feel the world getting quiet.

I can feel the world slowing down around me.

Higher I rise,

yet I don't seem to fall.

As I wander farther into the further

it becomes less and less desireable

to return to what was near.

It is during these moments of pure clarity

that I can finally see what is real.

Reality is a myth.

Reality is in the eyes of the beholder.

And, behold,

something even more powerful;

something even more divind. 

Behold,

I have found peace in the darkness.

I have found peace in the silence.

I have found safety in the night air.

I take refuge in the warmth of the solitude.

Not all who are lost think to wander.

It takes a wanderer to find the lost,

just as it takes the lost to create a wanderer.

I am not lost.

I have found my destination in what is beyond the world.

I have found a new reality.