For the lost sense of connection.
A Place that lies in the hands of others.
I pour my soul to dust.
Entertaining the idea of loving and being loved.
Somehow, I find myself detached of meaningful moments.
All lost by the current of time.
Creating, adding to the facts of the world.
Answers that I hope will appear in my craft.
I hear a voice
That Enlightens me with a single truth.
The only resource we have is each other.