Yesterday I had to choose
between taking a one way trip to the unknown
or staying.
In this place
of loneliness,
sadness,
emptiness,
and hatred.
I chose to stay.
The familiarity of the misery
seems much more comforting
than the promised peace of the unknown.
It’s one of those trips that I’ve been wanting to take but I’ve been putting off like Fjaerland, Norway. The only difference between Fjaerland and this trip of the unknown is that this trip only has a one way ticket. Once I decide to board this plane there is not turning back.
