All the lonely people. There is a seemingly irrelevant pathway to the sea. It is mostly stones and a tree or two and a shattered bench on its side. If you were to choose and walk it you would be infinitely changed. It is a pathway that brings you closer to everything you were afraid of and everything you have ever dreamed of. It is pathway that will make you levitate and force you to confront all your insecurities. Of course there is one inescapable rule before you set of on our walk. You must walk alone. It is the only acceptable and true way. Only then will you hear the leaves whisper tales your wildest imagination has not been and will not be able to invent. Only then will your body feel like a rock filled with water. Only then will your eyes see beyond the darkness. In my head I keep going back and back to that night. That one hour. That one minute. I have taken too long, way too long and should stop right here, right now and yet through all that drunkenness and the most horrible music that seemed to invade my whole body, my brain even, I heard that one person say words I have longed to hear for so long even if wasted to the level of insanity. I do realize it was such a silly and maybe even infantile way of getting what I wanted to get but it did feel great to put a checkmark next to that name. My feet were tired as I left the room. Blessed I was to stay with people who cared to listen and humbly accept. I will remember that pathway. I shall stop now.