traveler

one day i found myself alone. unable to discern what was right and what was wrong. god was nowhere in sight, and darkness had befriended me.
one day i found myself in a recurring dream; seemingly, i was unaware that i indeed was in one. i was crying, pouring my heart out, to the sadness that never was mine.
one day i found myself mesmerized by the lights. by the sounds. by the ruckus. one day i found myself engulfed in din, bathing in sin. and loving it.
one day i found myself and stopped.
my eyes were glaring, staring at the fearful sight.
i didn't understand any of what i knew anymore.
one day, while i was alone
traveling the path some have decided to take,
i overlooked the road and stumbled on a pebble.
i was weak then. i gushed blood. i spewed blood. i cried blood.
but it didn't matter anymore. i was happy.
or at least i told myself that i was.
one day, it all went blur. i couldn't understand anymore. there were no lines, no markings. no road signs to help me.
i was walking aimlessly. but it didn't matter.
it did not matter.
one day while i was trekking, i stumbled upon a pebble.
meek. quiet. forgotten. hurting.
i took pity on the pebble, taking it unto my arms and reviving its past long forgotten.
but then i realized, holding the pebble in my hand, that it did not need my pity.
that it was all right.
that i needed pity.
that i needed the pebble.
one day while i was alone in my path, i stumbled upon a pebble. the pebble was meek. giving. forgiving. fragile. i needed the pebble for apparent reasons.
but i was too scared to admit that i did.