the lost pages of the traveller’s christmas journal (part 1)

Nothing made sense but the road ahead looked a little easier than before. Not many bumps this time, the road is smooth but it seems endless. The further I look the longer the road gets.

You wish someone was next to you to experience what you having been through, seeing what no one believed, just, walking by your side.

You wish the Sun would shine right past you, shine right past your mind, leaving behind its warmth for you to enjoy; but the Sun stopped shining years ago.

These are the lost pages of the traveller’s Christmas journal that have been hidden until now.

I’m not sure if these events even happened, but I wrote them, they seem so real.

This page starts in Wales (to be continued …)