I am a wanderlust nomad, 
moving constantly from the empty, black hole, 
to the radiant, shining cradle in my mind's eye. 

I am a surviving nomad, 
balancing the sword on the tip of my heart, 
keeping it from cutting its delicate flesh.

I am a nostalgic nomad, 
making trips back and forth in the 
box of memories that I have chained them to. 

I am always a solitary nomad, 
searching, exploring and investigating, 
the beautiful and ugly portions of
my&nbsp;&nbsp;multi-dimensional soul