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07 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
The places we go, there are so many.
How does one remember the names, when all I remember are the faces. In a name there is a lot of meaning, but for me the faces show what is true. The face, the scent, the touch is what comes through.
The places we go, there are so many.
I smell the air and the freshness is taken in. I see the dance dissipate, and I see the dance return. It blends into what is around and I remember. All of these senses that happen are not taken for granted but instead continue to glow like an ember.
The places we go, there are so many.
Reaching out and touching the textures, feeling the motion of the wind. Which direction will this lead me? Leaving it up to chance, to fate, to random serendipitous intrigues. This life is meant to be … so I take it upon myself to scour the many leagues.
The places we go, there are so many, we have all just begun this infinite journey.
