A Whirlpool
It has been a long journey. About seven years now, and I must confess I am pretty tired.
I look back into the places I have been through, and I smile thinking of how long it has been since any quiet moment.
I always enjoyed the feeling of relaxing calmly in a quiet place, just appreciating the view, and for the last years I have been running away as fast as I can so my problems, pains and regrets wouldn't catch up with me.
On the good side, I have been through a lot of interesting places. On the bad side I could not spend as much time in each one as I would like.
I remember that years ago I started travelling in the high grounds of some valleys, with some people, and after the hard hit of a fog, we got separated, and I ended up crossing the valley through a five miles bridge. The wind was very strong and the bridge was insanely high, and as I was wounded it took me some time to cross it.
On the other side I came to a forest, a very dark, very humid forest. The high number of trees made it difficult to cross, and the lack of light also made it a hard trial. I felt alone most of the time, but sometimes I could feel there was someone there with me, and that gave me some peace in the right moments.
As I left the forest I reached this region where it is always night, with no stars or moon to give any light. As I went on, I had to face some major challenges some of them took their toll, others took their time to heal and some were replaced by deeper wounds.
Recently I got out of that region, and came acrosse this huge plains, going as far as my eye can see. I have been going down with it, and it appears to be the crossing of valleys, as I can see opening in the mountains to the left, the right, and up front. The wind has been hitting very hard. Now I reached the center of the plains and got surprised by this whirlwind.
As my emotions were already severed, and things have been confusiong in all this travelling. I must admit, this whirlwind struct me with a confusion that took over most of my thoughts. I am now holding my left arm up to cover my face, my right arm in my chest to protect my heart, and I am trying to walk forward with only the deafening sound of rushing wind.
I feel lost, I have no idea where to go. I feel weak, and want to lie down for sometime. I want someone to take me out of this place, I am too confused, and just want to feel my self again. My knees are finally asking me to stop.
I want to hear a voice, a voice I know. I want to hear your voice.
I hope you are still there.