I know that place very well. I know exactly where to stay and for how long. I have travelled its rough roads. Waded through its lurid swamps and dying rivers. I have walked across its dense dark forest and hallowed cemeteries and sometimes, someone will come along. But most of the time, it was a solitary, silent journey.
I am an occasional traveller on its sacred ground. Sometimes I stay too long, every so often I merely glance.
“Been there, done that. Bought the tshirt.”
But tonight is different. I saw a friend pass thru its gates and all I could ever tell her is to keep walking. It saddens me to see somebody love so hard only to be drag down in the end. Unknowingly, selfless, without limitations – she loved, only to be bludgeoned by the same hands that sew her wings.
At times like these, I ask why. Why does it have to happen? Why does love have to be this hard? Why cant we pick the right ones? Whatever answer the universe has is always not enough.
I know heartaches are inevitable, but to you who would dare to break mine– break it so hard that I will have something to write about.