"Marco.."
That was the last thing I heard before I had gone to sleep that day.
Now I was on a long journey upwards, I'm not talking about job promotions and all that jazz. I'm on an adventure.
To where?
Well that's what I'm here to tell you about, my precious journal. That day wasn't long ago either, it was yesterday or the day before as far as I can remember. I keep getting flashbacks about things that I feel have happened to me, but thats probably my imagination.
Oh and I forgot to introduce myself to whoever may be reading, I'm Marco. Last names aren't so important so I'll just get to the story.
There's this guy called Jean. He's my best friend and lover. Like I said, last time I saw him was yesterday or something like that, but it feels like I haven't seen him for a year. I feel like I'm in a coma or a very realistic dream. I can't wake up ...
Now I don't know where or how I started this journey. My brain has led me up to the base of this very large hill. It almost looks like a mountain but it's not steep and doesn't have a pointy ending.. Well I can't even see the top of this hill.. There are these clouds that won't let me see the end of this.
So today I'm gonna start up the hill and we will see what happens. I don't think I'm alone though. I don't even feel nervous or scared. I have Jean on my mind and that makes me feel warmth and comfort.
After what seemed like forever I came to notice that it isn't getting dark.. And I'm still feeling wide awake... I start to feel worried and then Jean pops into my mind and I feel less worried and I continue upwards.
