the road turned left at the moon and stretched into the stars.
I took that road and found myself in heaven
all alone in a never ending forest
out in the wilderness, what everyone else thought seemed so inconsequential
it was a cold afternoon as the sun was imprisoned by clouds
the wind howled like a pack of hungry wolves
for some reason, I was thinking about the holy wanderers;
barefooted and walking on a path in the broiling dust of India
here I was walking in the snow
seeking peace in the mountains and forest
I lay down in the snow and listened to the quiet; pure happiness
thought about those that have gone to the great beyond
anything loved though is never dead
hiked up into the mountains - fog hidden
stopped to build a fire and have something to eat
my psychokinetic talents proved most valuable after the matches got wet
it was getting near dusk
the sky in the evening was rose red promising a day of tranquility ahead, weather wise at least
hoped the weather wouldn’t turn on me
I was going to ask the stars for help, but the closest one was 4.24 million light years away
I slept in my bedroll dead to the world; I was exhausted
woke up to orange and yellow ribbons in the morning sky
it was a short hike into a town ahead
emerged from the mountains in a blissful trance
this wanderer came into town seeking only a little food and some lodging
I walked into a half-deserted mall and a lady greeted me
one of the former anchor stores had been converted into a makeshift church
she asked “Are you looking for the mall?”
thinking quickly, I said “No, I’m looking for God!”
she offered me a seat inside but I declined
I didn’t have any reason to believe he was at a mall in colorado
I had lost my mind but was in no hurry to find it
I bought some food in the dollar store
hiked back up into the mountains - fog hidden
