6: 38:  The Well Trodden Path

Excerpt 38 from Journal 6, 'Becoming My True Love'
  - From, 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'

My Love, the mistakes we continue to make each day in
  ignorance are like us traversing a well trodden path...
Although it rings in our memory like a hubris, a saccharine
  spell that is comfort in repetition...
It blinds us to new ways and possibilities, that we are each
  stumbling along on our own ignorance of one another...
We each think we are alone, and the other is simply a
  notion in our minds in chains that has no will...
I enslave you in theory, and perhaps you do me as well...
We are each chained this way...
The path never leads us astray even in our absent moments
  because we sink into it like wheels on a cart pulled by
  the purpose we think is so relevant...
We think the path, in its old age and worn usage, must
  be important, after all, the grasses and trees have avoided it...
It lends itself to be traversed and must be to be so easy and bare...
The thickets that flank its shoulders are simply too dark and
  frightening to delve into even if they would provide a
  shorter path to finding each other...
Perhaps we can only meet if we both leave our paths of safety...
The independence that is to trust no one, to never venture away
  from what we know and can touch at arms reach...
I know you are theoretical even though my mind believes in you...
Real men simply look like you and bring you to life...
But the many on the path are not the one in the thickets
  whom waits only for me alone and scared...
The path is comfort in and of itself and the many keep moving,
  keep passing along and never stay put...
But you, my chained and fixed one waits for no other than
  his destiny and, in this is as brave as myself...
We, on separate paths must leave them to find ourselves truly...
In this loss of direction, of navigation will we see within to
  the place where our origins, our true dreams lie...
And therein will we view each other without distractions...
I go forth, blindfolded by the darkness to find you...
I leave my well trodden path to find my true direction...
I make a new path with words written...
And the bravery of them becomes like a sword
  to cut through the thickets and you are the torch
  to see by to lead my way to find you...
In finding you I will find and be reunited with myself...
I never forgot the way back home, I just got used to
  being on the move away from it...
The tiny square light through the thickets is there to
  lead me, and it is your gaze, and I follow it in a
  return to the innocence of believing in new things...