My Name Is Lost
I must tell the truth about my travels on the Appalachian Trail and how I got there, before I go on to my next journey on the Mountain to Sea Trail. The love of my life thru me away like a cheap piece of clothing. I no longer fit after all. The majesty of my life Morpheus my beast died. I had nothing left and I only wanted to die. The plan was go to Europe and hitchhike until I finally laid down and died. So I went.
I rolled the dice at this point in my life I no longer cared. All was lost. I changed my name lifted my head and walked off into the sunset. My only expectation was death, I had lost all interest in life. Maybe the journey would be interesting. Who knew and I didn’t care anymore. So please understand I was planning on taking the long road to suicide.
I didn’t choose the trail it chose me. I never made the decision to hike the trail until that was the very last thing in the world left. I flew to Ireland and they thru me out. Vagabonds are not allowed I was told. Homeless I returned to Cleveland. Everything had gone away I had one of two choices, take my gear and live on the street or bus to Maine and hike the Appalachian Trail. I chose Maine figuring it was the path to death that I sought.
I was the victim of Hecate’s evil plan (though I didn’t know her at this point) something was happening in my life that I didn’t understand. A strange warping of my body, mind, and soul. I suffered so horribly on that trail a seething pain that few could ever understand. And I found something.
Through the pain I found me. I went from the lost sick alcoholic monster into something. To this day I still can’t understand what I have become. A beautiful person? I found myself, amidst the turmoil and madness. I stand before you no longer a sick pitiful man but a king laughing at his kingdom. My name is Lost. Come to me and I will show you the magnificent world, a simple smile, and eternity, nothing can kill me now
My name is Lost…