As the sun chased me it finally took the lead, and as the road westward wound on and on it seemed I was chasing daylight. Only three days it took, from the land of lakes and the beaches of cocoa, to the western shores and the golden sunsets. Being here, I know the way...the roads still take me and the directions are the same. But strange this land is, for my heart hasn't caught up yet. A hollow thing they call "me" looks out on the Pacific, while this mind and body wait patiently for a heart to catch up, as it is caught between two lives. A horcrux that I made long ago remains in the east...attained not by the killing of another, but rather of part of myself...and not for immortality sake, but rather for keeping a part of my soul there, to remember.
A new day dawns and the strength of the heart is apparent...its delicate fiber weak and frail, absorbing the pain that the body inflicts. Yet strong and valiant, holding fast to life and pumping the blood of life through the soul. Music catches my heart's attention, and a longing that was born long ago continues to stir. As this path leads me home, the road ahead seems full of life and song...a new season holding much possibility indeed.
I see people in a new light. Life flows in and out of these places like a river flowing here and there. The river of song starts to flow once again, and bright light and bright life it brings with it...
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