Travel the World.... For Free (Part 1)

My Postcard

Someone must go out there, and send home the postcards.
Someone must go out there, and live the world
In all of its glory and pathos
And myriad twists of the mind and soul.

I have been where you dreamt to go, but cannot.
I have seen what you cannot dream of,
Felt what you only fantasize,
Lived what you wonder is possible.

Stripped bare to the human realities,
I have looked up to heights
And ventured into the depths.

I have sought the sublime and found the mire,
Sought out the vilest depths
And found the springs of hope and contentment.

I have strode the edges of reality
And passed over into realms of mystery and tabu.
And all I have found are the secrets that dwell in the depths of us all.

And so I send back my postcards
And I write my stories
That you may know that all is well and right in the world
Both the good and the evil.
That they continue on in their myriad manifestations,
As unintelligible as ever they will be.

Having a great time, wish you were here.

-Randy