Journey

To tell the story of what that did to men

and how they reacted to it, what they thought

and how they felt, how they found themselves empty

in the face of evil, nights of the most profound darkness

finding refuge inside us. Down rivers and jungles, deserts

and dust. To face one's moment of absolute despair, a taste of death

in the afternoon, the loss of all hope. To tell the story

of what was left of them after days spent in gloom, the madness

of giving oneself fully letting it all go. Blood bathed in alcohol,

young lives lost forever in smoke, no time for fear, no time at all.

To tell the story of how we've always felt, how we've always known

that the sun came up, and then went down, just to come up again.

It was life and death, and that's what it has always been.

To face oneself naked in the worst of times, dreams and fears and desires,

to find your own, good and evil, to give up and be reborn,

never forgetting.