Six Thousand Words

Dearest Somewhere

1.8.16

The House Far From Somewhere

Dearest Somewhere,

       I've spent too much time looking at the sunset.  I've spent too much time staring into the horizon and wondering what is hiding behind it.  I've spent too much time hiding in classrooms and wondering who is walking in the hallway just outside.  I've spent too much time looking with longing at the rain outside and wondering what I long for.  I've spent too much of the present waiting for the future.

       I've spent too much time waiting for the night.  I've spent too much time in this house far from you.  I've spent too much time locking you out of the classroom.  I've spent too much time on this side of the window.

        I've spent too much time keeping track of all the time I'm spending on counting down the hours.  I've spent too much time keeping this door locked.

       I want to take a car and run run run run run with you, I want to ditch class with you, I want to jump in puddles with you, I want to pick locks and smash windows with you, I want to lose track of time with you,

       I want to meet a girl, I want to open doors, I want to throw away coffee, I want to sit down and write that book I always dreamt of reading, I want to unlock every door I've ever hid behind,

       I want to find my meaning of life, I want to wake up tomorrow and think, "Damn, I'm glad I woke up today," I want to look at the sky without getting jealous of airplane passengers,

       I want all of us to find Somewhere.

      And maybe it looks like this.

       Or this.

       Or this.

       But I don't know what it looks like to you.  You have to come with us to get there.  And it's one hell of a journey.  What matters is that we take this journey together, because together, the journey becomes Somewhere, and Somewhere becomes Here.

Comme d'habitude,

-O.S.