Adventure!

I miss the way the grass sounds when the wind runs his fingers through it. I miss the intimacy you share with strangers when you sit around a fire and talk about that moment exactly how it is. But mostly I miss the sound of your voice pulling me back home...

Home.

You who are my home my hopes my this and that and the other. The look on your face always driving me mad!

Love. Love you are so fickle so sickly faint hearted is that why you've stayed away?