There’s a lake that winds on forever.
There’s a path that no man has taken for years.
I wanted to see where it leads.
So I took a different route the other day.
I wandered a bit, honey. Even though they had asked me not to.
I took a journey to the roads that have cursed stories.
The legend says people who went there were scarred forever.
And now I have a memory weighing down on my sanity.
I came back changed. I came back scarred from the things I saw and I touched.
“There’s a forest beyond the rusty gate,” the old man had spoken.
“But don’t go in there, young lad” his words fell on my deaf ears.
How long I kept walking inside the gate, is a question now I ask myself.
All I know is that the forest got a hold of me.
I can feel it in my bones to this moment.
I saw the things stranger than ever.
And now I can’t tell the truth from the reality.
I saw you sitting cross-legged at a familiar place, once I crossed the wooden bridge.
I remember how the trees willowed down & darkness took over.
I remember it all happened as I walked over the damn bridge.
You sat on the other side like you’ve always been there.
Younger and happier as if pulled out of an old Polaroid.
In your favourite purple jacket, zipped halfway through.
You tucked your hands inside the pockets and started to walk.
I followed you like a ghost.
Beyond the bridge and into the woods.
At a place that time cannot rule.
Is it the end of our worlds or is it the beginning? Is it a shortcut to our memories?
Out there was your world that whispered to me.
I headed into the unknown, the one that felt familiar eerily.
I have come back changed now, and I can’t unsee the ghosts I have been with.
I took a little journey into the darkness, honey.
I cheated on time and now I’m being punished for it.
I can’t tell if I belong to this time or another.
I can’t help but wonder if you’re still sitting there, with your one leg crossed over another.
Like the December of 2009.