A Hill.

If you’re reading this we’re still at it. Still here. Wondering, wandering, somewhere in the noise.

If I told my younger self all that I’ve found, all that I’ve become, I’m not sure he’d believe it.

Still, as far as we’ve traveled, we’ve come to a hill. I’ve known about it, seen it from afar, for some time now. It’s hard to see, hard to discern, and hard to recognize. It’s always been there and honestly I’ve never known what to do about it. Can’t go under, can’t go around. I can’t reason with the hill. Can’t trick it, coerce it into divulging its secrets. I simply must find a way over.

On the other side? Idk. It’s a great potential. I must find a path.