He lived with his and his records and his telescope with all the doors days piled upon each one by tedious one until the pressure finally a diamond like thought and he was sad Ive read book, Ive heard song, and Ive seen every star the safety of my bedroom. and i am empty. in defeat he slumped with his eyes still pressed against the telescope just his lungs began to expand, he rapidly, alternating his eyes squinting and making his as wide as saucers he out, "of course" with all the spent looking up it never his mind to veer straight ahead. He days upon days taking it all in he say children grow to men and men grow to fools. he saw hope, beauty, war, strength, weakness, chaos, he until he could recite each scene from memory, eventually he his own books about what he saw and he made his own songs what he thought he had heard almost he himself believed what he was creating to be true until lie upon lie piled on top of until the pressure finally a pearl-like thought he to the world, Ive seen all of your and Ive heard all of conversations, and i am hungry.
In frustration, he to his knees and to bang his head against the old wooden door "of course" he out and hesitation ha up, put on his coat and hat, and the knob. but before hid first step even hit the he was faced with the unexpected of emotions one he could only figure to be what his favorite books and refer to as love. "where are you going?" she him "i know" "me too" she ill take you there, she her tiny hand and swept him with her.
They walked until feet bled during their journey she told him all the places she had and all the she had met along the way. a new emotion began to unfold of him one he thought he had in a conversation looking through his telescope it was the word why she choose me? he thought. i know so not wanting to her interest, he began telling her stories he thought she might be by but all they did was make her question his strength and ability to battle the that she knew would surely out at them one day but she still her faith in him and they continued walking
amazing things they saw they danced in caves, warmed their faces by the of fires, and played with brilliant children in the blue sea but amidst all that gorgeousness, their hands to slip. from palms, then to fingertips, then to nothingness. they still, she south, and he faced west. he out to her, I'm leaving now, and i blame you for the we're in and through all of our Ive done nothing wrong and you've taught me how to breathe, I'm my new voice and leaving you hear with nothing.
She back and cried out to him, we drew a map together that you promised you would with me. i too am scared, especially you stole my strength and made it your own. but i am still for your hand, knowing it fit more perfectly than ever if you will only back to me. but he reach back, he was vain and confused. he to make a new map, but he didn't know where to put the "X" anymore. so he in circles, he his rhythm, he by the fire, and he in the sea, he made what he had feared the most, incomplete. and even though the was his, and his alone, he her for that too.
but the whole time she him for fallen twigs and fresh footprints to see where he was going but all he left in his path were messages written in the dirt with a stick lies of anger and shifted blame, until one day he wrote the word "help" he needed her most. but by she had stopped trying to read his thoughts and sense of his misery. so he back to where he started, to his books and his records and his telescope,
and broken, he finally reached the of his street to find her waiting for him. and upon seeing her smile, he immediately knew he had done, he what he had lost, he knew how he was. for the first time she was to him. they sat and spoke about everything should have in the of their story and through all the tears he learned that she had been her entire life and that she wasn't waiting for him to go the world with her at all no, she was in fact waiting for him to invite her his house so she could read his books, hear his and look through the telescope behind the safety of his door.
what a he thought i didn't that with all this time i spent looking out this window you were right there looking at it. at me, at this, at us. i had what you had been traveling these roads searching for. she crumbled the weight of hearing her own truth. and their honesty, they both as strong as they can be and now under the relief of each note of no appeared to them, just a feeling. and he to her, Ive your efforts, and i can your love for me, and i am whole. i still have places to visit and mistakes to make in but my home and make it your own, recite lines from my favorite in the garden, the songs closest to my life while you sleep in my bed, and look me waving at you through my telescope. he raised his hand and he it on her chest, and he drew an X her heart. "of course" he thought. he slowly closed the old door and he locked it him.