Just Some Freewriting...

he went west to find his brothers.
en route stumbling across the icy shattered ground
his head spinning, brain battered by nights of excess
he met the wandering heart.

asking questions, he learned the wandering heart from the inside out.
a mystery, from lands afar. not like here. not like here.

they depart, he moves on, the heart rests deep in his gut, continues to trudge.
stumbling across an old fire he never started, wasted possibility, is now the time to flame?
can the flame begin?
will the flame succeed?

a painful pang in his gut. ulcer? no.
an unlikely pair digs away at his innards, death would come easier than
to see her with him. he hates it. the dirtiest tribute. every sip for her, every drag for her, every pain for her. they will still never feel as strong as he did. angry. angry. over it.

he meets his family, brothers in arms. imbibe, intake, imbibe, intake. celebrate the simplicity of life. words are beautiful, the connection is sweet, the wine is sweeter yet. cloud the mind to regain clarity. isn't that what they always say? a day in the life.

in the end, its just the wandering heart and the traveler. he keeps his brothers close, but the heart, though she wanders, won't leave his gut. she remains there, silent. he'll reach the heart with sound, he'll communicate without words. but will the heart stop wandering? does it beat for him?

i suppose only time will tell...the traveler has plenty of time, plenty of time.

so do his brothers.