If you do not question everything,
then it’s likely that you know next to nothing.

Remember that this place was and still is a creation
and it moves and shapes with every turn,
every gesture, smile, and bottle broken.

I can know all of these things but never understand my thoughts until I try to explain them to you.

My records come close to singing for my heart but it only gives me just a taste,
a brush against the hand of the girl I so desperately, so longingly wish to hold.

Speak on every instant that shakes your nerves, but speak carefully so that you won’t need to black out the words you did not mean to write so heavily that no one will ever see them again.

This place was created. Know that,
And know that there is a definition to every who and what that is and will be.
Nothing simply is

Find your bearing and follow it.
In this way, if there is a home, you will find it.
There are no paths that can lead you blindly.
Explore this world with a wild heart
as you did as a child under the clothes racks of department stores while trying to escape your mother’s hand.
Because somehow back then you knew that while walking the isles would get you to where you were going, it left so much unseen.
In between those racks you found treasures.
A golden button with four holes and an anchor molded into its face,
a small blue and green ball that had been lost and surely forgotten by explorers that ventured between the lines before you.

Collect your treasures, know that they are there, and hold them close.