the end of the journey...

i cannot tell you the whole truth of this journey, for it is not for you to share. please do not judge me too harshly on what i have to tell you, for it is not all i have done, all i have lived through, and definitely only an infintesimal part of what i have learned. for that is another lesson i have learned - whilst flattery may get you 'anywhere', apparently; whilst we manipulate our position with white lies, nudges and extensions of truth, sometimes pure candidity gets you only to places you don't want to go. and thus - my journey was mine alone. the small part you played in it - this i will recount to you. and the banalities of travelling - some entertaining, some strange - these will be related, savouring the memory. but the journey itself is intimate, like lingerie, clinging, only to be seen by chosen few. for as they say, it is not the destination but the journey. and this journey is one i cannot take you on. it is mine, alone.

destination: home.