We are slowly becoming everything we've imagined ourselves to be. With the slightest smile, we awaken our days unknowingly expecting the next best thing. We think we have conquered this thing called living-gotten it down to key, but alas we still have more. The man at the door is yet finished with all of our lives. He's hoping for the best in all of us, and I, like many of you, are wanting to fulfill that.
I do not know what this man wants from me, but you and I both know its subconsciously hiding in the pits of our minds-aside from all the clutter-underneath all that baggage- If only we could just reach in and grab it, touch it and live inside of it for awhile. Just to get away from all the busy bee's who are searching and searching for it too.