I will chase the sun for the rest of my days. It is the only thing that makes me whole. Wherever it wanders, I will seek it out. I need it.

Wandering the Frontier

Sometimes, when you have a hard journey ahead of you, it's best to keep your head down. There is nothing out there to see, anyway. Hope fades.

I haven't seen the sun for weeks. I miss it. I miss the warmth. I miss the consistency of its path in the sky. It was my direction. It's so easy to get lost when you don't have the sun to guide you. I hope to see it again soon. God, I hope.

Hope. There it is again. Damnit. It mocks me from afar, but I know it is the only thing that keeps me moving. So, I'll keep my head down, and trudge on. My journey seemed so clear when I started. I've found a few things along the way. But, I feel more lost than when I started.

I've gone too far now. I have to keep going. I have to finish this journey. I have to make it to the mountains, where there is water--where there is healing. Maybe I will be able to see the sun from the mountains. Maybe it was hiding behind them all along, just waiting for me. I hope.