sunset soon forgotten

Dear K-

I’d like to believe every one of us has that conflicting inner self, the one that is throbbing with pure and possibly irrational desires, usually concentrated into one main pipe dream. For you, it’s sailing through waves buttered golden by a setting sun, drifting wherever the wind so pleases. For me, it’s returning to my homeland. We both know that these things have an incredibly small chance of ever occurring, and if we ever should manage to accomplish our dream it will never be able to live up to its sparkling, pristine projection cast within our minds. It is simply fated to never be.

And so we grow up, we get our jobs and distract ourselves from day to day with the tasks that come our way. The rent is due. Your boss wants you to draft up the new copy of the lease. Your fridge is empty again. But at the end of the day, when you lay in bed waiting for sleep to come, we inevitably return to that deeply seeded dream. You see the undulating waters; hear the slap of the waves against the bow of your gently pitching craft. We’re beautiful and young and happy. I’m wandering the streets of Brno, smelling the brewery down the block and watching the trams go to sleep. I’m still young and athletic and there’s adventure with each and every day.

But look at us now. Should we really be disappointed in what we are today? I don’t necessarily think that we are dissatisfied, but we’re at a point in our lives where we have to buckle down and make the call. We’re putting on the slacks and suits everyday and realizing we’ve chosen our path and it’s finally time to start making some commitments if we hope to get anywhere. It’s God-damn terrifying.

I will take care of your eyes until my own give out on me. I will be there as long as you are still willing to talk to me and receive me during visiting hours.

I will escape with you.

-K