travel [alone]
channel [alone]
i make plans.
not to break,
because i give weight
to the honor of my word.
and i,
looking forward to the nostalgic,
confirmed with confidence.
and yet,
so many have been left broken
by my hands.
my feet,
treading water with my head
just barely
above the surface.
and i think
that life has the same worth
to me and to a shark.
even for turtles and trees,
the seaweeds,
what it means to be alive
is to be
with a hunger for more.
the need to survive,
to procreate.
genesis prime
in the spark of a bang so big.
it was felt universally,
across all time,
and then echoed.
as it is,
the basis consists of that
[alone].
and i
watched the travel channel
that night with my curtains closed.
sometimes, it feels like a real vacation.
my private getaway.
but i never will go
[alone].
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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It is said that traveling alone is the ultimate loneliness, but I think that traveling alone is the ultimate romance