Epilogue

Mood : At ease...
Ear food : In the house, In a heartbeat, John Murphy

I'm boarding a sleeper train heading south, deep into the woods, away from all the treadmills with absolutely nothing on my mind for the time being. The uneven tracks in relation with the hefty load of the whole train rocks the carriage up and down from time to time and flickers with the nothingless inside my mind. From the deck, I can almost see the back of the train as it sways into the woodlands, long winding trail of never ending greens with sounds of eerie critters roaming the surface of the ground. I speak out softly and catch my breath from the window,"I'm sorry", for what she ask, for everything I supposed.

Eventually, the train comes to a standstill and the sounds of footsteps from the sleep-deprived travelers and carriage bags brushing against the cozy seats caught my attention momentarily. I am looking out of the window now : I see people. Many who are walking slowly towards the end of the platform as if they are waiting for someone, or rather something. Out of the randomness of life, the conductor walks towards me and whisper something into my ear. At the very first, I am lost within the sounds of the engine boiling and the sounds of little girls crying but later on, I realised I have reached my destination and so, I flip my iPod switch off and head to the exits. I can see an overcast sunlights. With no absolute brightness but somehow it felt warm. Indescribable. Don't care. Crowded.

As I walk on the cleared path in the woodlands, I recall the moments where I had a great time. It was totally awesome, undeniably. I thought to myself, "I can't see the future right now, nor try to predict what it's gonna be but rest assured I will work hard to see it myself one day. One day".

Inside my thoughts there are numerous, if not rants, complains but when I come to grips with what I am supposed to be doing now, I forgo. I just go with it.

"What's next?" The cabin I supposed. I traveled across the globe just to put off some weight on my shoulders and there is absolute no reason for me to visit the city, I guess. The markers are gone, perished. Probably eaten by wild animals or just decayed into the ground. No indication on where I am and where I should be going. I'm lost. GPS? No satellite coverage. Figures. Stars? The sun is still up.

"The trail!"

Leads me deep into the heart of the woods. With totally no evidence of human existence. I couldn't care less. I am there.

In the cabin, there is dust all over the furniture. It's a little dilapidated but no worries, it'll work just fine. I rest my body on the couch and couldn't care less of what is happening out there. Because tomorrow I am gone...


.....but I really don't wanna travel around the world and come back with a picture. I wanna come back with a story.