A sign reads "At the end of this road lies true bliss"
Its a long road, a very long and twisted road.
Pitfalls and caltrops are scattered as far as the eye can see.
The weather is changing all the time,  blistering heat then freezing cold.
Rain falls heavy and the wind almost knocks you off your feet.
Back and forth over and over, heat, cold, rain and wind, always changing.

Alone no one can reach the end, it takes two for this trip.
Along the way little rest stops call out with the  promise of sanctuary.
Sanctuary from the road, the weather, the journey.

The only cost is our separation, to enter you'll go this way and I'll go that way. This way or that way, either way will offer relief from dangers we've face traveling this road. We both will get to rest a while until we feel ready to venture again. However to start again you must go back a ways, all alone and wait for another companion.

The journey we started is a long and treacherous one.
Its clear that many before us have paid the toll for a small respite. In fact as we draw closer we see two more paying their way in. For a moment it looks nice, but, no its not worth the price. I lean over to my companion and whisper softly, together we keep walking.

The road gets worse and worse, as does the weather. As if every outside force wanted us to pull over and go into our own separate havens. Each time we pass a stop, one of us leans over and whispers to the other. Then we continue the journey.

As we walk our path we reach the top of a terrible hill. we can see far off in the distance a faint flicker of light. Between us and the small glow are many more miles of peril. On top of this same hill  is the most tempting rest stop of them all, it's only a few feet away from us. We are left with the choice.

Do we keep walking, or do we go our separate ways? To keep walking is dangerous, hard and exhausting work with only the vague promise of a sign. To stop would mean a long rest from the journey. . . . . . As always one of us whispers to the other softly.

Together we step off with confidence down the road we have traveled for so long, knowing that when we arrive at the next rest stop, before we keep walking, one of us will whisper to the other, as we always have.  


"I promise you someday we'll tell ourselves oh my god this is paradise"

Always on the move
Never content to stay in the same place twice
Five miles or a thousand
As long as when its time to sleep, its someplace different
Constant yearning to go
No matter how far or how many times its never enough
Coast to coast
Traveled north, south, east and west. . . and even further
The worlds not enough
Could travel to the Moon and back or out past Mars
And still
Will never find a place like home