education

i remember walking down a dirt road at night. i was in the woods, it was dark. there were tall trees surrounding this road and the only way to stay on the road was to look straight up at the sky, to see where the trees parted. as i continued to walk into the dark, i remember wondering if i was going to make it back to the campsite. i was young then, and became scared. scared of what i could not see. i remember wishing i was with someone, wishing i had a hand to hold in that pitch black night.
that was 9 years ago and sometimes i feel as if im back on that dirt road. feeling as if im still walking. blind, but not deaf. however, i can cope. its a memory that lasts because im still alone. lonely, that is. those 80,000 miles of road let me know that there is much to see and feel, without the help from a friend or that someone. the never ending stare into the sea taught me to never stop. to always keep moving. time and time again, lesson learned. i will be alright. good gets better, and i know the road treats me good.