The anticipation of the journey is often more exhilarating than the journey or destination itself. Behold the pure yearning for ventures into the mystic. The force of our desire holds promise to populate the hollow space within our bones with 12 million glowing stars.
Desire propels us. Sometimes Desire eludes us. When life is cut short we may be caught with or without her embrace. I can’t help but think that the pure absence of Desire is what brings great slumber closer to us. Can’t live without her. It only seems fitting she would be a lover lost in the night.
Plan and map. Roam and roam farther. To be propelled by Desire is to be alive.
