a short entry
every so often i am troubled by some nagging of the unconscious. usually struggling with the definition and/or search of an archetype. love. family. time. friendship. and now I have a new one that is starting to consume me.
Home.
what is it, really? oh the cliches are endless. and none of them more helpful.
Where will this world find me?
Why can I not shake these crazy ideas running in my head about where I am to be, and who I am to be with, and what I will be doing. The possibilities seem endless, and so do the questions.
Home.
what is it, really? oh the cliches are endless. and none of them more helpful.
Where will this world find me?
Why can I not shake these crazy ideas running in my head about where I am to be, and who I am to be with, and what I will be doing. The possibilities seem endless, and so do the questions.