I’m itching to go out on an adventure with a small group of people and just relax. Go out without any motives- just to see the world. I want so badly to explore. I want, like so many others, to experience the wonders of the millions of cultures and sub-cultures of the world, see the millions of colors and works of art in all its shapes and sizes.
I sincerely hope that on the last days of my existence in this limited world that I can look back fondly on the short-lived days I’ve spent not merely as an unborn soul wandering about the universe but as a living, feeling thing on this planet.
If for reasons which I could not avoid in my short-lived stay I was not able to see the beauty offered by this world, it is my sincere request that my remains have the opportunity to do such through the efforts of those whom I have had the pleasure of being loved by.
Right now I am in an exquisitely relaxed mood and would love to read a book about love to someone who’s willing to listen. Literally. I really would like to narrate this book to someone.
"We long for a love in which we are never reduced or misunderstood."