If only there was a place for you to beā¦ you, or at least that idea of you youāve kept hidden all this time while you had to be what others forced you to be. Or maybe not āothersā but only the other world, other events, otherā¦ everythings which always come in the way youāve been following towards yourself. If only there was in this world and if it only came over quicker, because your path is not infinite, you have gas only for so many miles and the gauge is playing already with your emotions. And there are still so many pieces of you missingā¦ Some of them lie in front of your confused eyes already, but couldnāt find their place in the big puzzle yet, some other pieces got broken already when trying to force them into a position not meant for them, some pieces simply confused you, was that your life or what just happened??? But no matter, there will be a whole you in the end, youāre convinced of this, convinced because if you werenāt you wouldnāt be on this road, you wouldnāt look around to pick up more shards of you in the looks of fellow travelers, in the smells of crushed innocent grass, in the quiet screech of irreal round doors at the Fairy Valley or in the bitter citrusy Multiflora IPA taste. The can of Decadent brew canāt keep much meaning, donāt look for too many answers there. Your answer is the cobblestones of the road and you are the road trip, not looking for a destination but trying to be whole, to beā¦ yourself
