I am wandering the streets of my mind, I am lost. I know what I know but sometimes I forget what I knew. When I lose my way, my mind goes away as a leaf on the wind. I pick up clues along my flight to nowhere. I try to put the clues together to make sense of my flight but, as I go with the wind, I enjoy the freedom and the scenery ... then I wonder, do I want to find my way back to the familiar? Should I drop the clues to the ground and fly away? Sometimes I wonder about my wanderings. ~b
I am 45 years old, married, and have 4 children. I dream as a child and think as an adult. I try to enjoy every day along this journey.