I could be, and in all likelihood am, waiting for something that is never going to come. Then the reality sets in: I am loving someone who doesn’t want to be loved.
May communities of the spiritually autonomous rise against those led by predators, and may the waters of self-hood and wild spirituality groundswell to flood the unholy centers where their lying tongues preach in a language the soul does not speak.
Questions often asked are “But do you work?”, “Where’s all your stuff?”, “Do you miss your friends?”, “Do you ever want to settle?” The answer to a lot of these questions is Yes, but what some people fail to see is that not all choices in life have to be mutually exclusive.