An experimental piece inspired by Haruki Murakami's novels. I'm sorry for the sloppy form.


The Road Ends Here

On my sixteenth birthday, I decided to run away. Not that I had any particular reason to, for I was loved at home, and my love bounded in return. I guess it was the anticipation of adventure which aroused my desire to leave that day, all of the sudden. It was entirely of my own free will, and nothing provoked me to come to such a decision.

The question of whether I left permanently, or whether I left only to come back sometime in the distant future, I never really could answer. I just never knew. It's humorous, really, because I was always one who had trouble deciding on such simple things. Though, I suppose the said situation proved to be more complex than simple.

I abandoned my house the Friday following my birthday. My bag packed with a few changes of clothes and a number of necessities, I took the city bus to the downtown area and bought a ticket to the nearest heavily-populated city. I calculated how long it would take to reach my destination, and it wasn't long at all.

But I never made it to that city.

And I never made it back home, either.

I lost myself between both cities; between point A and point B. I never really knew what happened, but my life took another completely different turn and my mind's remained unconscious ever since. Where I am now and how long I've remained here, I couldn't say. The only thing I'm sure of is that I'm here and I'm here for good.

Someone once told me never to lose my conscious mind, whatever the cost; but, I failed to listen to their words, and I'm left in a completely absent world.

Never lose your conscious mind, they said.

Needless to say, I lost mine. The Road ends here.




Words by Kerra Dolarhyde
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Written on 2006-08-07 at 01:39

Tags Mind  Lost  Conscious 

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