The Traveller

Once upon a time, there was a traveller. The traveller travelled all over the world. From Bangkok to Calgary the traveller travelled and saw the sights and was content with how much they had travelled. But one day, the traveller thought, "maybe it's about time for me to settle down in one place. I've seen them all, so let me choose my favorite and go live there!" So the traveller travelled to Japan, and found a beautiful house by a beautiful lake. But the traveller was not happy there. The lake brought too many mosquitos and the traveller got malaria and almost died. So the traveller moved, naturally. This time, the traveller found a house in Egypt. It was just the right temperature even in the hot desert sun. But, unfortunately, the traveller was constantly getting sunstroke when they left the thouse and almost died. So the traveller moved again. The traveller next found a village along the Amazon River that they had visited once before. The people welcomed the traveller back with open arms, and the traveller was happy. Until McDonald's came and started tearing down the forest around them, displacing that village and 126 others. The traveller had no choice but to move. The traveller found a number of places to stay that weren't satisfactory or healthy. The traveller found houses in The USA, but the systemic racism scared the traveller away eventually. Then it was Turkey, and then Greece, and then Hungary. But the traveller found the same refugee problem all over, and did not want to live around people who don't want to help refugees. The traveller travelled to South Africa, but the lions that roamed the streets were far too scary. Almost as scary as the racist people hiding in the crevices of the suburban facade and the terrible state of the local currency. The traveller travelled to the DRC, but that didn't last long. Need I explain this one?
Anyway, the traveller finally decided that the place to live would have to be somewhere quiet, and stable, and healthy, and not racist, and friendly. The traveller decided to try Swaziland. I mean, they had been there once for this half naked people festival and the weed was apparently very good. So the traveller found a place in Swaziland, and decided that this was the place for them, as long as they didn't have unprotected sex and didn't piss off the authorities, the traveller would survive. So the traveller stayed longer than they had stayed anywhere else. And told stories of all the places that they had been and things that they'd seen and the like to the children at the school that they taught at. One day, one child in the class nasked the deepest question of the traveller's life. "Comrade Traveller," because the traveller was a communist, "What have you learned from all your travels?" The traveller was shocked. They had never thought about what they had learned from their time on the road, only seeing and experiencing. But there was this one thing that always resonated within the traveller's mind when they travelled. So the tired traveller, sitting on the floor amongst the students said;
"Listen closely my children. Travelling is fun and all, and you see things and experience things you would never see if you were in one place. But nothing will ever, EVER be better than home." And just then, the traveller stood up and left. The students never saw the traveller again, but the children can still remember the look on the traveller's face as they left. It was a look of happiness. And they were sure that the traveller was going home.

2015. Another One.

After many travels and trials and tribulations, the year is almost drawing to a close. What have we learned? What have we gained? What has changed in our lives? Some of us have lost loved ones. Some of us have found our way through and others are still looking. This year was much like any other. Just the same things happening to different people. We're simple like that, you and I. Whatever divine being/s you believe looks over you (even if you don't think there is one) just sguffle the cards and deal them out to new people every day. That's how I think things work. But then again, I am a mad person with maddening emotions and a simple view of how the world should work. But alas, the world doesn't work and we have yet another year in our pockets with not much to show for it as a species. I suppose we should find solace in the simole things that make every day all the more colourful. The things that complete the look. Give the picture a gradient. Make living worth another shot. That fir me is what a new year symbolises. A refresh button on your perspective. Not that it works very often, but this is what we must do to survive, am I right? Otherwise, our world would come crashing down. And we don't want that. We just want to live our lives and die happy and in peace. So, here's to the new year! Not that it means anything legitimate, but we need a reason to celevrate every once in a while. Thanks for sticking with me this long lonely year. It's been tough on me, but I count this as a milestone towards success. To the person in charge of everything, I say "Another one". Peace be with you all as you go into the new year.

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I lowkey want to send you a text. Is that too much? Is it too soon for me to want to wish that you weren't so distant? You aren't even close to being close to me. You're a myth to my body but you're the truth to my mind. You. are. amazing. But I can't compare. Me with all my flaws and my hatred and my anger for things so small that their insignificance is insignificant. If only I had the time, the patience, the courage to tell you that I think you're beautiful. Not like that guy who would tell you that for free at the supermarket, but from deep down. From a place that has know love and hate before and has been torn to pieces and rebuilt. I don't think I'll see clearly until this glass goes away from between us keeping us separated from one another. But have we ever been together you and I? We've spent time and wasted time and made time, but we've never... never really had time, have we? I suppose that's how it goes though. And I doubt you'll ever figure out that these words are meant for you. This is something I rarely do, because I barely ever feel like anyone needs that much of me to commit to this soul baring. But this is yours, here's to you. Oh the places you'll go.

A Bit Of An Intro

I'll keep it short this time for you all. I've been having creative struggles of late, and this last poem kind of explains why, but also doesnt. Also ot has nothing to do with creative struggles, but the subject matter of this this next poem will explain just that. I feel like there may be a lot more that's yet to come out of my mind, but I hope it's soon so I can get my life together again.