A journey

As the sun set, the sky was a color unlike ever seen before

The clouds in formations so unique that people questioned if things were normal

Was it a sign, a prophecy, was the end near?

The lonely boy had nothing to lose and he certainly thought the end would soon come

When the morning came, he finished packing his bags as the sun raised on a hot dawn

This golden dawn may have been one of his last

He said his goodbyes to his family, who he thought he may never see again

The strangers awaited, some spread out, some in clusters, and the lonely boy got in line

Words were spoken, laughter was frequent, but the lonely boy felt forever lost in a happy crowd

Once the items were gathered, the journey began, and he felt the end drawing closer

The long and grueling voyage began, and the lonely boy saw places he has never seen before, with people he did not know

After traveling non-stop for more than a day straight, they had arrived at their destination

It seemed like the bridge was endless, but they had finally reached the other side

And what a sight it was to see

A sight that made many cry

Indeed, the apocalypse came and gone from this place and yet it still remained

Abandoned streets. The lonely boy felt at home.

There was once a culture here. The spirits remained, the presence was felt.

The wall stood strong across from where the travelers stayed.

It's hard to imagine that this wall once cracked.. and then, nearly everything was lost.

The travelers were there to stay for a week. They had jobs to do.

The lonely boy grew more weak. But he kept on.

There were too many stories told of past lives, from the survivors of the civilization that once existed.

This intrigued the lonely boy. Suddenly, he was no longer lonely.

Soon he began to embrace. He finally started to eat and delved himself into this mysterious culture.

He had made new friends. He didn't want to return.

On the final night of the travelers' journey, before they were to return home, there was great fire in the sky, and thunders which echoed endlessly.

It was a goodbye in which they were treated like heroes.

The journey home didn't seem nearly as bad as the journey to.

When the travelers reached the destination, many began to cry.

Some questioned if they'd see each other again..yet everyone survived,

Even the lonely boy

Upon his return, the lonely boy realized he was no longer alone.

The signs, the prophecies, they were all true.

The end came…

The end of his loneliness, the end of a way he once perceived life, the end of an era.

Life had new meaning to him.

-Sean-10/20/09