The Road to Nowhere
Title: The Road to Nowhere
Author's Notes: Written late at night, heavily influenced by Coldplay's album 'A Rush of Blood to the Head'.
I was lost. I guess there’s no shame in admitting that now, after everything. Wandering, hunting, searching for a nameless, intangible something to latch on to. I was lost. And it was you I found.
We are the product of circumstance. We each provided what the other needed, a relationship of give and take. We never thought it would go this far. Just a product of the circumstances.
I still set you apart. But somehow, things are different now. I know no one ever said it would be easy, but how was I to know it would be this hard? You were special to me once, so I still set you apart.
Time passes on, even in this cold and desolate place, marching with a rhythm you’ve never heard before. Voices whisper in my sleep of how things could have been, but time keeps passing on.
Did you know I have a box of letters, filled with things I never told you? All addressed and sealed and stamped, all lacking in ambition. You always did say I couldn’t talk to you, and here’s your box of proof.
Sunrises never had much appeal. Just another piece of evidential proof, of that inevitable day when we’ll finally say goodbye. It’s been a long time coming, and getting closer with each new daybreak.
You were the one I wanted to find. How will I move on after all our time together? A steady, constant, unmovable something, unchanging, reliable. I was lost and it was you I was looking for all along.
It shouldn’t be that I look for excuses to be apart. Yes, the truth is sometimes cold and bitter, lonesome, and yes, I know how much it hurts, to find yourself falling out of love. But I’m tired of the excuses.
Looking back now, it’s hard to see that it was all for the best. How can so much misery do anyone some good? I’ve forgotten now your sweet rapport, but I’m glad for it. I don’t need reminders of the false memories we made together. It was never for the best.
I’m moving on from you. I’ve burned all the pictures, all the letters, all the manufactured bliss. You’ll never be a part of my life again, to blacken all the edges. Now I’m finally moving on.
We fall into a lull, a droning rhythm, suffocating our hopes and aspirations. I don’t miss you, just so you know, and I don’t want you to think I ever will. I’ve found someone new, and I can finally breathe free again.
I found my way back to where I started from and it isn’t as bad as I remember. It feels like home, like fonder times. You were just a pot hole on my long road to nowhere.