Oh, how I dream of becoming a medicine woman!
To live in the mountains under the precious stars,
Greeting people as I roam small towns,
Reading their  futures by mystical moonlight.
Whispering to trees and projecting unto the day what I want to get done.

What's holding me back?
I haven't the slightest idea.

Is it the honesty in people that make them so appealing?

Does beauty entail responsibility?

I have learned not to justify life.
But am I okay? Why can't I simply be alone?
It's good to know somewhere, someone else feels this way.
Thank you humanity,
fluidly giving me comfort joys.

What am I organically? Not simply, biologically.
What do I like without any preconceived notion or idea about something,
anything at all?

Oh god, how I love everything about you!
How everything I see screams it in my ears "i love you!"
You, you silly boy.
Such a naked boy,
ashamed of life and emotions.

Oh, let me love you!

I know it has something to do with happiness,
contentment.
It has some association to daily life,
ordinary things.
It is bonded to even the miracles that seldom visualize in experience.

It's about chance versus choice.
About fate versus decision.
& it's not something that is complete.....
....yet..