sometimes, there's not an answer.
sometimes the only thing you can do to keep yourself sane is to hide.
keep yourself locked away in the sacred mausoleum which is your heart;
shy away from the turmoil of "everyday life."
reawaken your senses,
heighten your soul to that of a bird—
flying,
gliding,
ever higher;
at peace with the world around you,
for there you find the space from which your dreams are calling you—
reaching out,
pulling you toward your destiny,
your deepest desires.
beyond the realm of space and time,
there is a door with your name on it.
there is no key,
only openness,
gratifying you with something lighter than truth,
heavier than light.
it is here that you will find what you are looking for—
peace.