Lost Homeland

There were times before this became a story. There were times when this journey had not become the tale of itself. Back in those early days we did not know this journey would never end, that it would become a story we told each other as we gathered around the fire at the end of another weary day of always moving on.

We had a homeland once, but that too has become another story, twisting and growing with each day’s travel that takes us further and further away from it. There are those amongst us, the younger ones, who cannot remember the homeland and those even younger for whom the homeland will ever only be a story. It is for them we sit and tell each other the stories of this journey, where we are and where it began, who we are and why we left the homeland as it burnt down behind us.

Even now some of us still wake suddenly in the night; hearing the screams of those that we lost, back in the homeland when the strangers came and took our world from us, leaving us only with these endless days of travel and all these stories we tell ourselves as we trudge always onward.