He lived his books and his records and his telescope with all the locked days piled upon other one by tedious one the pressure finally created a diamond like thought and he was sad Ive read book, Ive every song, and Ive seen star from the safety of my bedroom. and i am empty. in defeat he slumped with his eyes still pressed against the telescope just then his began to expand, he rapidly, alternating his between squinting and making his as wide as saucers he out, "of course" with all the hours looking up it crossed his mind to veer straight ahead. He spent days days taking it all in he say children to become men and men grow to fools. he saw hope, beauty, war, strength, weakness, chaos, he watched until he could each scene from memory, eventually he wrote his own books about he saw and he his own songs about what he thought he had heard until almost he believed what he was creating to be true lie upon lie piled on top of itself until the pressure finally created a pearl-like he to the world, Ive seen all of your and Ive all of your conversations, and i am hungry.
In frustration, he to his knees and began to bang his head against the old wooden "of course" he out and without ha up, put on his and hat, and turned the knob. but before hid step even hit the ground he was faced with the most unexpected of one that he could figure to be what his favorite books and records to as love. "where are you going?" she him "i know" "me too" she ill take you there, she extended her hand and swept him away her.
They until their feet bled during their journey she told him all the she had been and all the people she had met the way. a new emotion began to inside of him one he thought he had overheard in a conversation looking through his it was the fear why would she me? he thought. i so little not to lose her interest, he began telling her stories he she might be impressed by but all did was make her question his strength and ability to battle the enemies that she would surely jump out at them one day but she still kept her in him and they continued walking
what things they saw danced in dark caves, warmed their faces by the of fires, and with brilliant children in the blue Spanish sea but even all that gorgeousness, hands began to slip. first from palms, then to fingertips, to nothingness. they still, she south, and he faced west. he out to her, I'm leaving now, and i you for the state we're in and through all of our adventures Ive done nothing and you've taught me how to breathe, I'm taking my new voice and leaving you with nothing.
She back and cried out to him, we drew a map together that you promised you follow with me. i too am scared, especially after you stole my and made it your own. but i am still reaching for hand, knowing it will fit more than ever if you will only back to me. but he didn't reach back, he was and confused. he tried to make a new map, but he didn't know to put the "X" anymore. so he in circles, he his rhythm, he by the fire, and he in the sea, he himself what he had feared the most, incomplete. and even the decision was his, and his alone, he blamed her for too.
but the time she followed him looking for fallen twigs and fresh footprints to see where he was but all he left in his path were messages written in the with a broken stick scrawled lies of and shifted blame, until one day he wrote the "help" when he needed her most. but by then she had stopped trying to read his and sense of his misery. so he back to where he started, back to his books and his and his telescope,
and broken, he finally the edge of his street only to her waiting for him. and upon seeing her smile, he knew what he had done, he knew he had lost, he how sorry he was. for the time she was real to him. they sat and spoke everything they should have in the of their story and all the tears he learned that she had been walking her entire life and she wasn't waiting for him to go into the world with her at all no, she was in fact waiting for him to her into his house so she read his books, hear his records and look through the telescope behind the safety of his door.
a fool he thought i didn't realize that 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 under the weight of hearing her own truth. and through honesty, they were as strong as they can be and now under the relief of each of forgiveness 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 to visit and mistakes to make in private but take my home and it your own, recite lines from my favorite in the garden, hear the songs closest to my life while you in my bed, and look through me at you through my telescope. he his hand and he rested it on her chest, and he drew an X her heart. "of course" he thought. he closed the old wooden door and he locked it him.