Journey

Aaren Herron
2 min readMay 24, 2022

A JOURNEY UP THE MOUNTAIN

Journey to the top of the mountain. See the future ahead of yourself and pursue it at top speed. Be careful to watch your step, a tumble down this mountain can feel never ending, just ask Rod Kimble. But a tumble isn’t the end; just ask Stuntman Extraordinaire.

A JOURNEY DOWN THE MOUNTAIN

Sometimes the biggest inspirations are the ones found at the bottom of rocks.

A flower in the desert needs shade to bloom, for the reality of life is dehydrating, but the strength of love is rejuvenating

A love for yourself, for the petals of beauty that surround you. The moments of grace that make the chaos consumable.

Hell comes in the face of an Angel, beauty divine, but pain is the time. Melodies of torture can serenade your stems into rot.

A simple attempt to feel can make the world seem unreal.

Will I ever see you again? Did I ruin any chance at forgiveness? Did I choose lust over life? A pain of redemption I can’t ever seem to find.

Mentality makes it seem like simplicity, but simplicity is often the deceiver of dreams. An experience meant only for the absent minded, from the touch of your heart to the touch of your youth. Once taken it can never be returned.

Will I ever see you again? Did I ruin any chance at forgiveness? Did I choose lust over life? A pain of redemption I can’t ever seem to memorize.

I’ve got these feelings inside. It’s an anger or a hatred, from me to you, to her, to him then you. Thoughts of my wrongs cloud my mind, while yours tell me that I’m doing just fine.

If I never see you again, it would be a blessing of pain. The pain of missing you, realizing that none of it was true. That it was never me and you, always me or you.

But really who knew?

As much as I lied to you, it was something I never knew. Clouded by the anger you laughed at; I simply wanted a successful at bat. But when I’d never see my other love again; when I’d never feel my life again; I knew we could no longer pretend.

Fed you a quick lie to make this easier than a collective cry. I did you wrong, but not in the way you thought. Simply in the way I fought.

So, if I never see you again; if I ruined any chance at forgiveness, choosing lust over life; I’ll never forget the million attempts at redemption you gave me until the pain was too much to ignore.

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Aaren Herron

Creative writer working to hone his craft, no longer at the expense of a mental state.