I have no idea how much time has passed. I don’t know how many pebbles that has probably fallen off and gotten stuck underneath our shoes among these footsteps of ours but what I do know is that the road we’ve been pacing during these millions of minutes that has gone by have led us to the place it always does.

The gravel road that has taken our sorrows to a location where it needs to be before entirely submerging into the deepest holes. The stony path that has been walked upon so many nights before. The road that has carried both heavy hearts and trouble-free minds. That has guided rootless souls to the resting place they’re constantly in search of.

And as we sit on the pier that has carried our troubles oh so many times before, I get the feeling that this could have been any one of those nights when miserable state of minds comes here to discharge. Just like any other night that we’ve come here.

“Sometimes it feels like I’m never gonna get out of here.” he absentmindedly breathes out while the smoke from his
skilfully rolled cigarette slowly comes flowing out of his mouth.

I let my gaze follow the thin steam that followed his previous action, around in circles and away with a breeze that seems to grasp everything in its way except for our deeply bothered bodies.

I avert my stare and find myself focused on the widespread horizon. The streak where water runs dry and where I always thought, in my early years, that the world ceased to exist. Maybe it was because I never managed to get passed it. Maybe it was because no matter how far I kept swimming a new streak seemed to take place. A line that I never could cross.

And with Danny sitting right next to me with this slim legs dangling between water and sky, fumbling with a cigarette and his beer bottle between masculine fingers I notice how the sun is starting to rise and I’m wondering how it feels to constantly have such a life altering mission.