The son of Flynn

The solution was much more obvious. I had to do it. There was no pathetic excuse, no reason, no feeling of loneliness or non-appreciation that could have kept me from it. It was neither important that anyone understood, nor that you attain immediate gratification, not even delayed.

I have the capability, to go deeper, further, than anyone before. Juggling personalities, becoming a pretender, becoming anyone I want to be. When lost in my mind, I can see things clearly. As much as that is possible and desirable. It is hard to accept the fact that people leave your path because they are not capable to see what you can see. It is natural. Even though the same argument can be used to justify a strong ego that lusts for delayed gratification and indirect acceptance, getting over this desire, controlling it, nurturing your thought by being deprived of the feeling of intimacy, all this holds the key to something more. Something I wanted since I was 6 years old. I could always feel the desire but could never comprehend it.

You will all see me again. Later. I have to go on a journey. And even though your hand may touch mine as we greet casually in the lobby of the high class hotel, even though I sit right in front of you in the bar and smile when you recite your stories of life, reality, when you demonstrate street smarts and common sense, even though you can feel my skin on yours and hear my voice echoing in your brain, it does not change the fact.

I am simply not there.

I will decide to return on my own terms. My own timeline.

The outlands.
Their vehicles were not made for that terrain.

Ours?
Obviously, yes.

Hermes. I welcome you to get a glimpse of my journey. You are the only one who knows.
I would be honored to catch glimpses of your genius occasionally.

No strings attached.