Travel partner

When i travel, i seldomly travel with company. But there were days I often had a partner. We used to walk together, silent and with a fast step, noone could follow us. When we arrived, one checked the inn, the other checked the refreshments so that after minutes the room was booked and the beer stood on the table. I miss those days, when we left for weeks at night.
Today i make those journeys all alone. The streets and roads are very empty today, many of the inns abandoned. Many of the kingdoms are in a desolate state, it even seems to rain more often, as if to point out the weariness. As if it wants to spare me the view of a wide, but dreary landscape.

Tower of dreams

The wooden construction seemed to be stable, but at the same time it looked very much put together completely at random. Built with raw, thick planks it defied the conventions of physics, because it seemed to be endless high. I walked up for hours. I didn't get tired, though. I was not afraid, although the wind disheveled my hair and coat.
I just walked upwards. Step by step, stair by stair, ladder by ladder. Was there an end of this path? It didn't seem so. But it didn't matter either, i wasn't in a haste, i just knew that i had to go on, no matter how long. It was like a meditation. I was calm, firmly and continuosly climbing up and up, with no real goal and no real expectation. The harsh wind filled my ears and did the rest to cut me off from the world. I can walk forever like that. Perfectly at ease.

Hope vol. 2

Hope is beauty,
Personified,
At her feet, the world,
Hypnotized.

A million flashes,
A million smiles,
And on the catwalk,
She flats in style

But in this heart of darkness
Our hope lies lost and torn;
All flame like love is fleeting
When there's no hope anymore

Pain and glory,
Hand in hand,
A sacrifice,
The highest price;

Like the poison in her arm
Like a whisper she was gone...
Like when angels fall.

And in this heart of darkness
All hope lies on the floor;
All love like flame is fleeting
When there's no hope anymore

Like the poison in her arm
Like a whisper, she was gone
Like an angel,
And Angels fall

(Apocalyptica)