You go outside, and the crisp nighttime air causes you to look up at the sky and the stars. And somehow your eyes travel with the air particles and everything you are and were disperses into some expansive universe. Instead of the hope for a better life, the hope for a better home, the hope for a better future, this Hope just takes you to meet Wonder but without the presence of Direction.
i just want to be...but there seems to be no place to rest.
Experience would give me much to talk about--- if it weren't for the vacuum that was my walkabout.