Ted (merovingian) wrote,

I wanted to see how far I could walk, and so I did. I walked for minutes and days and hours. I walked until my legs turned into cactus. I walked until black holes weren't funny any more. I walked until the clouds came back to rest. I walked until roads turned to oatmeal and journeys turned into journals.

And just then, I arrived at the spot. I knew, even through my fatigue, that'd I'd reached the spot because there was a sign there that said "Yep, you've reached the spot." Cupcakes and independent feature-length documentaries were made available, and perhaps even lemonade.

And I stood there, cactus-legged, unamused by black holes, well-documented, and all I could feel was gratitude.

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