What it be! Why is it that some things are ok to change, but some things are not? Is it our need to have some sort of constant? Is it an admission of fault? Is it a denial of things left undone? I venture out into this new land and want to roam. I want to drop all the things that I have and simply roam. With the one I call home and the monkey on my neck, I want to roam. What if I were to lose all the keys? What if I were to have no home? I have never feared what comes next like I do when I have no home. And yet, I long to roam.
What it is!
This was written by art. Posted on Tuesday, October 30, 2007, at 4:37 pm. Filed under The Revelation. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.