life cannot be bad forever. because. forever doesn't exist. its just a word that passes through the lips. too easily. words are words. and meaningless little whispers of wind. through the wrong place. at always the right time. i got on the bus. and looked back only once. and forgot to look back again. 2 days on and off and on and off. and finally i made it. through a rough situation or two. but i made it. here. new home. new place. new face. new feeling. creeping. in. and. settling. down. to. stay. for. a. while. thousands of miles away from my old home. the old me. the old people. the old schemes. the old dreams. and all those useless things. thousands of miles away from all thats familar. and i love it. feel it. hold it. like the way the new air feels on my skin. fresh. and light. without all the burden and pain of before. palm trees. and sand. light browns and oranges and reds. on the way here i passed the valley of fire. there will be no going back. not for awhile. not until i want too. or maybe i never will. want too. and then i won't. no regret. i feel lighter here. smaller. better. i find it easier to smile.