Of Dreams and the Open Road

[taliesinrhys]

Hey, occasionally, even I get tired of riddles. I'm not a Qualmi, after all. The riddle cats... well, they confuse me, and I'm the one that tries to imitate them. If by imitate you mean "speak like an escaped mental patient" and not "live like a hermetic tree". No roots for me, thank you very much. Give me crowds. Give me the city. Give me the wind in my face on the open road. That's where I truly belong. Hell, the biggest high I've ever gotten was standing on stage with a guitar in my hands in front of a sold out crowd. How they roared when we went into the first song! I was in heaven. It was like a dream.

Speaking of which, I keep having this recurring dream. Nightmare. Whatever. I'm stuck in a realm where out is in and time stands still, and every moment wasted is a moment I forget years of my life. Food and drink are intoxicating, the music and the people are divine, and I just want to dance and forget everything. Then I wake up, and remembering what I've been taught, I'm desperate to bathe, to flee, to forget. Forget the overwhelming intoxication of the fae. And the damning truth. Down that path lies death.

So, hey, speaking of which, I'm thinking about moving out of here. Canada is great, you know. All that snow. And...well, the snow is nice. Sort of. I guess the Qualmi like it. Me, I've always liked the mountains and the desert better. Think I've seen 'em before, anyways. Might go see 'em again. I'm thinking Oregon or maybe Cali, what do you think? Pack up the bike and just go? Bet I could get a couple good gigs in San Fransisco. Lot of interesting people there, too.

Yep, I think I'm going to do it.