Trip

Memoir

My feet grip the pavement as I reach for something, anything to hold onto. I stop to steady myself as I try to remember the last few days, but all I come up with is a blur of moments that don't connect. I feel like I've been walking for days, with every step I take, I leave my life behind. Everything's fallen apart, and my life has shattered to insignificant flecks on the sidewalk. The trees seem to sway with the wind I no longer feel.

The feelings I once had, are gone. I've been living in a world full of colors that don't exist. Solidarity has taught me to be numb. It's taught me to feel nothing but the ground I walk on. This world means nothing anymore.

People, the people I left behind, are now fragments of my fucked up mind. They're parts that make up a greater story that would mean nothing to anyone but me. Finally, as I walk down this lonely road, I've figured out I'm all I need.

The aspirations I once had have only grown stronger from this, for it's all I have to live for anymore. I dream of making something out of myself, to hold pride in what I'll do. Before this, dreams meant nothing, and suddenly, it's everything I've got to hold.