the journey towards release

lucid travel providing inspiration upon inspiration. i am traveling the gentle waters with fear in the back of my mind. i cannot carry this burden. not even the unknown can calm this depression. i am dying in this travel - slowly but surely - and within each step i quietly lose myself. this lessens the pain. this makes my reality - you - all the less real. abandonment makes sustenance less available just as the fallen crowds make us weep. i will still follow this unruly path, however, because on this dying journey will i truly find release.